#love the fact that they put him in a police uniform so he could be the badge man

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Officer

Buck and Tony were the perfect gay couple. They lived together since years, almost never argued and, most importantly, loved each other unconditionally. Their relationship was so close that they often said they were practically married anyway. In fact, their parents even got along quite well with each other!

They shared the same interests including a love for video games, so today, as usual on a Saturday evening, they were lying on the couch together, playing and played some relaxing video game. They had ordered pizza before and were happy they didn't need to leave the house anymore today. It could have been an evening like any other Saturday evening, but it wasn't.

Tony felt a bit uncomfortable and shifted around in his seat before he reached under himself, fishing out a small sparkling coin.

"Ha! Thought I was sitting on something! Look at that." He showed Buck the shiny piece of metal.

"What is it?" asked Buck curiously.

"I don't know, it just appeared out of nowhere," Tony answered. As he took a closer look however, the coin just vanished into thin air. "Huh, weird!"

"Maybe it was just some cookie and it crumbled apart when you picked it up", suggested Buck.

"Perhaps...", Tony said, not really convinced and tried to get back to his game. However, he was finding the video game increasingly boring. He glanced over to see if Buck was still concentrating on the screen, but Buck's eyes were focused on him instead.

"What?" he asked, feeling embarrassed.

"Nothing," Buck replied quickly.

"No, tell me what you're looking at."

"You," Buck said simply.

"Me? Why?"

"Because you are sexy," Buck admitted shyly.

It seemed like Buck was in the mood today. Well, why not. "How about we watch some porn", suggested Tony.

Since a few minutes ago, Buck was feeling increasingly horny. He was rarely in the mood for sex, but today was different. So, when Tony suggested to put on some porn, Buck agreed quickly. After all, watching two men fuck each other was pretty hot stuff after all.

When they turned on the TV and found a nice gay movie, they settled down onto the couch again and watched the scene unfold. It was about a cop controlling traffic who forced a speeding man to suck his cock instead of paying. The guy obviously liked sucking cock and sucked on the officer's hard dick while getting fucked from behind by his partner.

Buck was already rubbing his own cock through his jeans when he saw how the two guys kissed passionately.

Tony also found concentrating on the porn movie much easier than the game before. Somehow, he had found the game a bit too difficult to follow today. His eyes were glued to the police officer on the screen, and he also massaged his cock in his sweatpants.

Without looking to his boyfriend, he asked: "Do you think a police uniform would suit me?"

"Sure," Buck responded at once, picturing his boyfriend in a police uniform. Both of them weren't exactly fit, so he had to use a bit of fantasy to imagine Tony as a burly policeman, but yeah, it could definitely work.

"And then there's my hair," continued Tony, stroking his medium black hair. "I should cut it shorter, right?"

"Yeah," Buck nodded enthusiastically, thinking about Tony as a cop with a short buzz cut. It would certainly make him look more intimidating.

While they were both fantasizing, the movie had come to an end. Tony immediately started a new one and discarded his shirt and pants. Now only in his boxers, he fished out his cock and started stroking it slowly.

"And if I were a cop, what would my uniform look like", he asked.

Buck found this whole conversation oddly erotic, so he answered without hesitation: "I think it would be blue."

"With golden buttons", added Tony, imagining himself being dressed in a tight uniform. He couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of having a big bulge in his pants. He imagined how people would react if he walked past them in such clothes.

Buck was so into the conversation that he didn't even notice that on the tv screen, the scene had turned into a mmf threesome. Tony was still watching it but found it oddly exciting. How had he never noticed that bouncing boobs excited him?

Buck was feeling light-headed. The mental images of Tony in a police uniform didn't seem so far off, actually. He had a good fit build and wore his hair in a short buzz cut already. He just needed a bit more muscle, and of course, a uniform. He briefly imagined how it must feel to be his uniform? To cling to that muscular body, to cover that firm ass.

"You would go commando of course", Buck fantasized, "Nothing between your dick and me..."

"You?" asked Tony and switched the porn channel. Straight porn. A busty blonde being fucked by a cop. Why not? "You want to be my uniform?"

Buck didn't mean to say it out loud, but the question alone made him stroke his cock even harder. "Yes! Think about it! I could be your vest, and your pants, and even your boots!"

Tony wasn't sure what to think of that idea of being this intimate with another man, he was no fag, after all. On the other hand, that wasn't a man he was talking about, but a mere object, a bit of fabric, leather and metal.

Buck didn't know what hit him. He was a human being, but right now, nothing felt righter than being just a set of clothing, wrapped around this man’s chiseled physique. The large muscles that danced when he stroked his cock to each moan of the girl on tv, the heavy balls that made a sweaty slapping sound, the muscular butt. With a cry of ecstasy, Buck came, shooting cum all over his body. At the same time, he deflated, like a balloon losing air. His feet were the first to change, becoming black combat boots. His legs followed suit and turned into a pair of blue police pants, while his cock and balls elongated into a black leather belt with a weapon holster. The cum quickly dried into his chest, as it turned into a blue vest with badges on them and a white undershirt. Finally, his head turned into a black leather police cap, as the last remains of his human mind faded away.

The last thing he sensed was that the police office on the couch finally came, spewing cum all over himself. A big strong hand grabbed his undershirt body and wiped away the cum with it. The uniform part gladly absorbed all of it, adding one more stain to the numerous ones that were already there.

Tony, the police officer sighed. He needed that break. There hadn't been any hot woman speeding today and he had felt blue-balled. Perhaps he should just start stopping hot babes for no reason. Yeah, he grinned. That sounded like a great idea. He quickly got dressed, not caring about the wet cum stains on his undershirt. Of course, he went commando. He always did, he just loved the thought of not having anything between his large cock and his uniform pants. And the bulge was a real eye-catcher for the ladies, too.

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#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #cop #gay to straight #two sides of the same coin

[takenbypeter]

Hi! I was wondering if you’d be able to do a Willy Wonka who falls in love at first sight with the shy daughter of the chief of police? With Willy being so eccentric I’d love to see how their relationship would work out! Maybe she saves them from the chocolate cartel? Or in the vat of chocolate at the church? It’s up to you

I hope your having a wonderful day 🫶🏻

Being More Courageous

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 3520

First off i do apologize cause this turned into less shy reader and more, self-conscious reader idk, this fic kind of drove me crazy cause long fics ALWAYS drive me crazy

The chief of police.

Your dad.

While some might find that job to be respectable, in your eyes it was just like any other job. Except recently your father has been coming home with more and more chocolate which is slightly concerning considering how addicted the man was to it. Nonetheless, he was your father and no matter how embarrassing he was those were the facts.

Now because your father was the chief of police, of course that meant sometimes he was needed on duty unexpectedly. And this was one of those times.

He was driving along with you after picking you up from a late evening out, (in his uniform as always), when he got an unexpected call. You didn’t catch much of the conversation, but all you knew was that it sounded important.

“We have to make a pit stop,” he said once, ending the phone call. Putting on his sirens and driving to a nearby location he stops, parking the car a short distance from a pop up cart.

Although the cart seemed small there was quite a crowd growing around it.

Of course however, once your father strolls up, the crowd disperses and your father begins to discuss with whom you can only presume to be the owner.

You watch the two exchange words, before another familiar officer, Officer Affable, pulls up as well.

Sitting there in that car, with nothing else to do, you can’t help but observe the boy.

The owner looked young. Possibly your age.

He was dressed in a shabby mulberry jacket, and a strange patterned scarf. On his head was placed a worn hat, but underneath that lay bouncy dark curls.

Despite his flavorful fashion, he still appeared well kept and the more you continued to keep your eyes on him, the more you began to recognize how attractive the boy was.

It seemed like he could sense your gaze that was stuck on him because in the next moment, his eyes shifted past your father while they landed on you.

At the sudden contact your flight, fright, or freeze kicked in, and you did the last unable to look away.

In that moment everything else disappeared.

No sounds could be heard, nothing else could be spotted, all your focus was on him.

Still warped in, you watch as the boy slowly raises a hand and his fingers move in a daze like wave, and feeling compelled to do so, you waved back.

It was an odd feeling for you. Most people didn’t pay you much mind. But this? This felt different.

You father, readjusting his attention from Affable to the owner, noticing how disconnected he seemed. Once following his gaze and noticing that it was on you, your father snapped his fingers in front of the boy’s face causing the connection to ultimately break.

You watched your father’s hands thrash about, clearly upset, as he made gestures that looked threatening. You observed from your seat as your father aggressively pointed a finger at the man, then at you, before saying one final thing and making his return back to the vehicle.

Curious, you question, “what was that about?”

“Just some chocolatier wannabe causing trouble.”

Your father turns on the car and begins the journey back home.

“Chocolatier?”

“Yeah, calls himself Willy Wonka.”

“…Willy Wonka,” you repeat, taking a quick glance through the side view mirror. Your father continues on about who knows what, because honestly it all just sounds like background noise to you at this point. All you can think about right now is the chocolatier called Willy Wonka.

After that you genuinely didn’t believe you were going to see the man again. Of course you wanted to, but after the warning your dad had given him, you figured he scared him off, that was until two days later when you were in town.

You were taking a stroll, when you spotted a crowd much like the other day. Suddenly growing nervous at even the possibility of spotting the boy you couldn’t help but gnaw on your bottom lip. Would he recognize you? No, tht’d be ridiculous. But, overcoming the nerves and doubt you mustered the courage to at least watch from the back.

Making your way over and taking your place as just another face in the sea of peoplem you watched as he spoke with customers exchanging his goods for their sovereigns. His eyes glanced around to take the next customer but his eyes stopped on you and once again there was an odd connection between you two just as before.

He quickly looked down, grabbing something you couldn’t exactly see. “Listen one and listen all,” he recited, gaining more attention, “for a new chocolate has gained my all.” He scanned the crowd. “It’s candy made to make your wildest dreams come true. So say, you’ll do?” He stopped, his hand open towards you.

You glance around making sure you’re not being misled as it takes you a moment to realize you’ve been chosen. “Me?”

“Yes. You with the lovely eyes and the beautiful smile.”

Oh god, you did not like this.

Being the center of attention, having everyone’s eyes on you. But pushing forward you move to reach out for the candy…when a loud whistle interrupts your actions. And of course that was your dad along with other officers.

Willy Wonka gives you a short wink, “till next time,” he says before hurriedly closing his shop.

With one final wave he runs off down an alleyway with his pursuers on his tail. The crowd separates returning to their own lives and you notice something interesting.

Someone wheeling Willy Wonka’s shop away. Not in a stealing sort of way, not in a hurried manner, but in a calm sort of setting. And curiosity gaining the best of you, you go after them.

Keeping a safe distance you follow all the way to an unfamiliar location. With a close eye on the presumably worker, you watch as they bend down and lift up a sewer lid.

Legs now moving before your brain you take slow and quiet steps, no longer hidden as you near the whole situation.

After a moment you hear a grunting noise and the same Willy Wonka pops out from underneath. Your jaw drops beginning to put the pieces together. Feet still moving forward, you watch in shock as he places his arms on both sides of the ground. Just as he pushes himself out…crackle. The snow you’ve stepped on suddenly cracked under your foot, revealing your location. Curse Mother Nature who betrayed you at this moment.

You let out a tiny, “eep!” Your shoulders are hiking, now frozen once again while the two pairs of eyes turn to you.

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to do, you’re just still, hopin your invisibility skills kick in. But, of course it doesn’t and Willy Wonka’s shocked face eases into one of recognition.

He turns to his partner in crime and says something you’re unable to hear but she nods, packing up the cart and leaving. Willy Wonka makes his way towards you, “I know you.”

You stand, still shocked about the whole situation as your eyes follow his movements that appear curious. He tilts his head at the lack of response, “cat got your tongue?” He asks in a genuine voice.

Snapping yourself out of it you speak, “no I’m just…surprised you remember me.”

He smiles, causing your eyes to avoid his, “of course I remember you, lovely eyes, beautiful smile…it would be hard to forget.”

Your breath hitches for a moment before you relay a nervous smile with a wave of your hand brushing off his words. Motioning to move past but he doesn’t.

“Don’t be so modest, it’s true.”

And at the continuation of his words you laugh, truly unable to hold eye contact with the boy.

“So you followed us here—although I’m delighted you did so, I’m curious what for?” He asks and you look up to see him waiting for an explanation, “are you here to rat us out? Give away our location?”

He walks up with each interrogating question while your face contours upset that he would think that way of you. To be fair though, he didn't know anything about you so the thought was valid. Wanting to say something, anything to deny the accusations you blurt, “no, of course not! I just—I didn’t get to try your chocolate.”

He makes a small ‘oh’ noise before returning to his cart, which wasn’t too far away, and once finding it he returns with the said item. Taking a bite of the chocolate, it’s easily noticeable that the rich flavoring is unlike anything you’ve ever tasted. Still with the chocolate spreading along your taste buds you ask him, “is it true you have a dessert that really helps with being bold?”

“Of course!” He confirms enthusiastically before taking a thought on it, “but what would you need that for?”

What don’t I need it for? You think to yourself recalling the many accounts you wished you had boldness. You didn’t mind being shy and too yourself, but there were always some moments you wished you did things differently.

Instead of dropping that whole bomb on the poor man, you give him a smaller, less important reason. “I don’t know…I hear you go on loads of adventures for your chocolate, that requires boldness and confidence. I wish I could do that. My days are fairly routine.”

“Let’s change that,” he leans close a little closer than you expected, “what is something you’ve always wanted to try?”

Now, you’ve thought of things you’ve wanted to try before but of course, now that someone was asking, nothing came to mind. Well, that plus the fact you couldn’t think all too straight with the short distance that was between you two.

“I don’t know.”

He leans back and you breathe out some air you unconsciously were holding in.

“There has to be something!” He encourages, waiting for an answer. At his ushering and one more, “come on,” from him you finally come up with an answer.

“Okay, okay,. I guess I’ve always wanted to sneak into a place after closing.”

“A place?”

“Yeah, a place. Anywhere, as long as it’s after hours.”

He grins at you mischievously, “easy, peasy.” Willy Wonka reaches down taking your hand and tugging you behind him as he begins to guide you through the streets.

“Wha—Right now?”

He doesn’t reply.

“Willy!”

“Adventure is spontaneous!”

He had a point there. Curious to where he would take you, you caved choosing to follow the boy.

He led you to the town library, a place you were very familiar with.

“Willy how are we going to get in?”

He turns around shaking his head, “that’s for me to worry about. You wait here,” he instructs running to the side of the building disappearing around the corner.

With him gone, it gave you a moment to think for yourself, breaking and entering. Was this really what you wanted to do? It did seem fun but what of the consequences? Was it worth it?

The door handle shifted bringing your attention back to the present before it opened revealing Willy on the other side, “come in.”

You do as told and once inside the nostalgia hits. Now, as mentioned before you’ve visited this library many times, back when you were a child, but it has been awhile.

Your hands brushed some books as you glanced around taking the air in. You didn’t realize how much you missed it. “Hey!” Shouted Willy calling you over. You spent the next hours stacking books, reading them, and acting them out, eventually building a small fort with the few blankets in the lounge area as you read out loud from a child’s book you used to read often.

Once finished you notice him on his back staring up at the ceiling and you lay down mirroring his position.

“You amaze me Willy.” You say comfortably.

“Oh?”

“There’s nothing you can’t do, frankly it both amazes me and annoys me,” you joke.

He lets out a single laugh of his own, “well, that’s not true.”

“Sure seems that way, you’re not afraid of anything or anyone.”

You both stare up in silence, at the blank canvas of the white ceiling.

“I can’t read.”

It takes you a moment to process this new information, and when you do, you sit up, body shifted towards him. “You can’t read?”

He shakes his head with a thin smile.

Instead of prodding which is what your initial response is, you lay back, “that’s alright. Makes me like you more knowing you have a flaw.”

He laughs, the light-hearted sound echoing in the room.

“Well then maybe I should list off some more of my flaws.”

You can feel your cheeks warm a little by his phrasing before you remind yourself to relax, as he’s just teasing. Luckily you don’t have to think of it too much because he brings up another statement, “you did this without the help of my Giraffe Milk Macaroon, and you claim to have no boldness in you.”

“Well yeah this is different.”

“How so? What’s holding you back?”

“Fear,” you answer having thought about this question multiple times.

“Fear? What are you afraid of?”

“People. Saying the wrong thing, being in someone’s way.”

“Hmm,” You hear from beside you, “I don’t think my macarons will help you there. Their effect helps in certain situations, not for a lifetime.”

You let out a little sigh, knowing no magical delicacy is going to fix your feelings.

“But, maybe with the right people, you can gain that desired courage.”

“…Maybe.”

You both spend your time well into the night before Willy has to return and together you return the books back to their rightful places and leave.

Willy walks you close to your residence before saying your goodbyes.

And that night you returned home feeling well, feeling both confident and happy about your decisions.

You were happy.

The next time you end up meeting Willy it’s a casual run in at the fountain. Honesty you were surprised in running into the boy not expecting to see him out and about so late. However, here he was.

You two chatted about simple things really.

“You always mention how you don’t know how to converse but you always do it easily with me,” he mentions after a few minutes of you discussing.

“Well yeah with you it feels simple.”

It was easy talking with him. You didn’t feel like you had to be cautious or hold your breath, everything was natural and he easily matched your energy.

“Well,” he takes a sovereign and tosses it into the well and your jaw drops because times are rough out here, “I’m making a wish here and now that you overcome your fears. And when you’re feeling nervous or anxious take deep breathes and think of this feeling now.”

In that moment you, with the support of his words that lifted you, you felt brave. You felt confident. With no fear stopping you, you stepped forward, pressing your lips against Willy’s.

There’s a slow reaction on his part no doubt due to being caught off guard but soon you separate from the man. And as you do, you realize how much more surprised he seemed than you initially thought.

“I’m sorry, I hope that was okay.”

He opens his mouth to respond when a familiar car pulls up. And once close enough you recognize your father as he gets out.

He looks absolutely furious.

“Dad.”

He plants himself in front of Willy, “go wait in the car, I have to talk to Mr.Wonka privately.”

Although you don't want to, you do, deciding it to be the best for the situation, but not before sharing a look with the chocolatier first.

Once in the car you watch the two talk just as before. At least that’s how it began. It all took a turn once your father grabbed Willy’s head and shoved it into the cold water of the fountain. It was all so sudden, you never expected him to do anything like that.

Thankfully he didn’t keep him under long but it was all such an odd thing to witness. You saw them talk more, or more accurately your father chat more before making his way back to the car.

You couldn’t believe he did that.

Once back in the car your father wastes no time in addressing the elephant in the room. “Really? Him? I thought I raised you better.”

You rolled your eyes at the spiel you expected yet hope you wouldn’t have to hear. “You’re running around with that scoundrel? I really don’t know what happened, but you’ve changed. Don’t go near him, he’s a troublemaker.”

You don’t know if it was the constant noise from your father or the fact he was talking ill about someone you cared about. But you couldn’t take it anymore, “he’s not a troublemaker,” you say with gritted teeth.

“What?”

“He’s not a troublemaker. He’s an honest hearted man, doing honest hearted work in the world and trying to bring people peace of mind. You always said that’s what the world needed more of, but now here it is and it's like you’ve flipped. You don’t know what happened to me, well I don’t know what happened to you?” You finished sinking in your seat and crossing your arms angrily.

You knew you pushed it, no matter your age, no matter how angry you are, you never talk to your father like that, but you couldn’t help it he was so wrong.

Your father drives in silence and you can be sure you get some sort of discipline once you’re home, but you stand by your words.

After that experience you don’t see Willy and you don’t hear of him. You grow upset, because either your father has scared him off, or if not that, you’ve scared him off with that unexpected kiss you practically threw on him.

You cringed at the memory of his expression now regretting being bold in that moment.

Eventually you hear about a mess at the town church. And with you already being in the area you go to investigate the odd story and sure enough there’s a great crowd of no doubt a funeral, (as they’re dressed all in black), standing outside as the doors remain shut.

You watch it all happen as familiar faces come and get the giraffe and it's at that point that you realize something peculiar is happening you just don't know what.

You watch the other towns chocolatiers enter, and then around the side you notice a strange orange looking fellow enter. Deciding you wanted to be apart of whatever was happening you follow him through the side entrance.

Inside you spot the orange man, going into the confessional and you watch through the small holes as he pushes something before the whole confessional descends.

Although a little fearful you follow the man and once the elevator reaches the bottom you jump as the smaller man stands directly across, staring right at you.

“If you wanted to help you could’ve just asked,” he said and you blinked a couple times.

“I’m sorry do we know each other?”

“Do you know me? No. Do I know you? Yes, I am always aware of Willy Wonka’s associates. We could stand here getting to know each other but I’m afraid your associate may need our assistance, and frankly I don’t really want to know you.”

Although initially offended, you listen as the orange man gives instructions and fills you in. Moving to the side, you hide in the long hallway while you wait as the so-called chocolate cartel come out only to walk right by you.

When that happens you put the orange man's plan into action. You do as told following his instructions, turning wheels and pulling levers.

Poking your head in you watch the chocolate drain while the orange man goes towards the exit telling you to follow him.

You do as told and follow him to the center of the floor noticing the chocolate drain as Wily and Noodle initially express surprise then thankfulness as they wave.

Eventually they come out and everything is revealed: the cartel, the chocolate payments, your father, it all comes to light.

It’s a sad sight seeing your father change and get taken away but maybe it’s what had to happen. You glance around noticing the joy in everyone’s faces as they share part in the chocolate fountain.

Wonka steps beside, causing you to say, “guess that's it then, that’s everyone’s happy ending.”

He tilts his head slightly, “not entirely.”

You go to ask him what he means by that, but he cuts you off with a kiss. It was much like yours, short, and unexpected. But unlike before, you reciprocated.

Once he distances himself from you, he recalls, “I hope that was okay.”

“More than okay.”

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[wolfytoothy]

Dad Aaron davis. Ft.the morales twins AU

⚠️warning, this dies contain cussing, and us of n.word.⚠️

But other then that, enjoy.

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*when you were first born, your mom hated you, refused to touch you, and to even look at you. She hated you so much that she nearly dropped you on purpose. But somehow Aaron managed to convince her to stay, and lord was that a bad idea. She neglected you real bad, then it was when she finally snapped and just left.

*Aaron didn’t even know you excited till your mom was 5 months into the pregnancy

*Aaron had no intention of having a child, he was fine with being an uncle of two but not a father. 

*Aaron had no idea what the hell he was doing, so much so that Rio and Jeff had to come over, and a lot of times Aaron had to come over cuz he had no idea what the hell he was doing

*like he was so clueless bro. Like he didn't know how to strap you in a car seat, he couldn't change a diaper, he couldn't even hold you properly.

*when i say he couldn't hold you properly to save his life, he couldn't. So much so Aaron could wasn't even able to touch you because Rio was scared he might drop you.

*so much so, that Rio made him practice on a life like doll...I'm being serious

*once he was finally able to hold you,he was still a little rocky so Jeff and Rio some time had to us one of the twins as an example.

*Since he’s bald he doesn't know how to do hair. Last time he did that he nearly gave you a buzz cut. 

A: what's this used for again

R: NEVER, us those fine teeth combs it will pull out hair more, you only use the tip, to part her hair, use the big teeth comb

A: …and, why is there a toothbrush in here

R: You can use that brush for edges.

A: What is This????

*Since he knew father, (fresh out of the box)like I said he had no idea what to do. Mans couldn’t change a diaper, couldn’t put clothes on you, couldn't hold you right, couldn’t strap you in the car seat, he didn’t even know how to feed you either, was so confused.

*I mean he did know, cuz Jeff kinda sorta Taught him, you know when the twins were born. But when you were born, all the things he previously knew, went down the trash, he had no idea what to do anymore.

A: are they supposed to sleep this much*checks if you're breathing.*

*but when Aaron let the fact the he was a father finally sink in. He was set. He was a master at taking care of you.

*There was a good moment where you fooled everyone to make them think you were Autistic. But in reality you were just like that fr.

*you started crawling at 5 months and  walking at 7 months. Rio noticed you were showing VERY clear signs of autism, but when you got tested, it came back negative. And you flabbergasted everyone. The only delay was your speech really.

*but since you had a speech delay, you stuttered… a lot.

*You also had nicknames for everyone, like at some point at time you saw somebody and remembered them as that. Like for Jeff, you call him Uncle blue, because you almost always say him in his police uniform. You also call Rio, Tia Rio, or Aunty Rio, but sometimes you call her kitty. Because on halloween she dressed up as a cat, so you call her kitty at times.

*And when you were learning how to say you cousins' names, you always addressed them as, ‘MiMi’, and ‘MyMy’ or’ lolo’. and since you were a mean little thing, you called Miles, ‘Millimeters’, or ‘ kilometers’, or just ‘meters’

* the amount of times you bit him, and puked on him was outrageous.

*when Aaron has finally let the reality set in of having a child, he went ham. That bank account was being spended. You had a better wardrobe than him.

*you, Miles, and Milo, were completely spoiled. When everyone found out you and the twins were excited, they bought nearly the whole damn store. 

*Aaron had noticed you had a weird obsession with Stitch. You also had an obsession with transformers, (which was Miles' fault,) and you LOVED monster high.   You made Aaron watch and rewatch all movies you could find with you. And then you would quiz him at the end.

You: now who’s the wolf again?

Aaron: uhh… Lagoona

You: no you buffoon, it’s Clawdeen

*you were a little menace to society when you were toddler all the way up to 7. You and Milo were the bullies. But sometimes you’d choose to be nice, but sometimes you’d choose to wake up with violence.

Aaron: n/n, Milo, why did me and Rio get a call from the school that you two pushed a kid off the swings.

You:good question. Not even I know that information

Aaron: Milo

Milo: see what happened was-

*but you would say the most out of pocket, disrespectful shit EVER. you had no filter whatsoever.

You:....

Random adult: what?

You: …I don’t like your hair

Aaron: Y/N!!

You: but daddy it's ugly. It looks like there's grapes in her hair

*you never really talked to no one, you were really quiet. You didn't speak unless spoken to in public, but when you're at home, you're a completely different person, also a smart mouth.

*at times you can have a short temper. And my oh MY can you hold a grudge.

* you, Miles, and Milo were ride or died fr. you three were inseparable, you guys were like siblings fr. when you guys were together, all hell would break loose.

Aaron: Why is there a naked  melted barbie doll in my microwave? And who put an optimus prime figure in the dishwasher?You:oh noo, we have a ghost on the loose

Miles: someone call ghostbusters

*Since your mom was never in the picture, somehow, your two Aunt’s and one uncle came all the way down from Jamaica, Just to meet you. They visit occasionally, like twice or three times a year. And sometimes 5 times a year.

* They and Aaron have a good relationship. Rio likes them. But your mom. Literally disappeared without a trace, she got up outta there. But then magically she appeared when you were 8, then her and Aaron started fighting for custody.

*You HATED, your mom. You were really salty when she came back acting like she was there the whole time. 

*And you hated even more when she disrespected your dad, and your cousins. That was the day you nearly catched a case.

*when you were 13 you had a major growth spurt, you were even taller than miles. ( HA Stupid bi- ) but only just by 1 inch. 5'6 to be exact 😌. And you were taller then all em bitches 😏😌…

*.... But it didn’t last long… when the twins hit 14 them nigga were all of a sudden taller than you.

Miles: HA SHORTY

Milo: Sup short 

You: hop off nigga’s😒

*(extra: Aaron: So you're telling me, every baby smells this good when they come out.

Rio: yup

Aaron: ???

Aaron grabbed Milo and sniffed him. Then he grabbed miles and took a quick sniff. 

Jeff: Aaron put my children down.)

.................

honestly... had this bitch in my drafts for a whole. So I just decided to finish it.

#The morales twins #Dad Aaron #Daughter reader #miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #Miles morales

[dieaverage]

ROSE-COLORED BOY — eddie munson x female reader as childhood friends to enemies to friends again to sickeningly-in-love lovers

chapter two — 4

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author’s note: now we’re getting into the good stuff :)) had lots of fun writing this silly little chapter. the hopper girl in me couldn’t resist a little cameo.

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After what had been about a twenty minute walk, finally, you reached the Hideout, grotty as ever, the only bar of its kind in Hawkins. Yes, as you had so humbly described it earlier, it appeared Hawkins nightlife had indeed... boomed.

You were greeted by a blast of heat upon opening the door, a welcome change from the crisp autumn air that had turned your face a rosy pink in complexion. You headed straight for the bar, assuming a seat there, refraining from taking in your surroundings. You weren't in the mood to pick a fight (then again, you never were), something which you felt could not be said for many of the bar's current inhabitants.

The bartender approached with a limp smile, and before you could open your mouth to place an order, a low voice spoke up from beside you.

"Another beer, Earl. Hot toddy for the lady."

You eyes trailed to the left, too reluctant to shift your entire head, revealing a man in a police uniform, a stetson shielding his face, a cigarette held firmly in his right hand.

The barkeep placed the drinks on the counter side by side, though your eyes remained fixed on your self proclaimed drinking buddy, who proceeded to take a swig of his beer before landing it back on the counter beside your own untouched glass forcefully. I hope he’s off-duty.

"A thank you would suffice." Finally, a sentence directed at you.

"I assumed you were keeping that for someone who asked for it." A minute passed, and you relished in the fact that your cutting comment had seemingly put a pin in any further attempt at conversation.

"You're cold."

"What?"

"Your cheeks are flushed. Although it could very well be in result of present company, I assume it's the unprecedented cold snap. So, I suggest you drink up."

Suddenly, it dawned on you. The uniform, the hat, the aggravating, husky, inherently cocky drone, all too familiar. "Jim Hopper." you said flatly, attempting to conceal the growing smirk on your face at the interesting development to an otherwise quiet night.

His head lifted, and with it, the hat, revealing stormy blue eyes which glared into your own. "Chief." he corrected, followed by a lengthy puff of the cigarette he clung to so dearly.

"Chief. I see that power trip is still well and truly kicking."

You could almost feel the anger radiating off his body at the remark, filling you with a strange sense of enjoyment. It was fair to say the chief wasn't the only one who enjoyed a good power trip.

He took another swig, inhaling deeply as he did so. You sipped your own drink, the liquid, although providing warmth, causing a distinct stinging sensation. Whiskey had definitely never been your drink of choice. Then again, the chief of police had certainly never been your company of choice. Perhaps tonight was for trying new things. It’s not like that whole tortured man drinking himself into oblivion to avoid facing the harsh realities of the cards life had dealt him… wasn’t a little hot.

You glanced over at him once again, jumping slightly in your seat when you found he was looking right back. His piercing gaze startling, providing a sense of dread which could only be compared to the feeling of someone leaping out at you from a dark room.

"Take a picture, chief. It'll last longer."

"Daphne."

A chuckle escaped your lips at the unexpected nature of his addressing you, though your name on his lips sent an uneasy feeling through your body. "What?"

"That's it, you're the Byers girl. Daphne."

His use of the word "girl" in describing you caused an involuntary eye roll, his intonation effortlessly demeaning.

"Aren't you just as observant as ever?" you countered, your continued defensiveness plastering a smirk on the chief's face. Some things never change.

"Where have you been?" he asked casually, like you had left town for the weekend, not four years. You smiled, in disbelief of how someone could be so nonchalant.

"College."

"Ah. Janitorial role, was it?"

"Close! Journalism. Maybe it's for the best you handed in that detective's badge, huh, Chief?"

"Bullshit!" his sudden proclamation likely an effect of the beer he had been knocking back, "Why're you back here, then?"

"I missed you." you cried, an excessive pout on your face to emphasise the sarcasm in the sentiment.

"God, kid, have you ever had a serious conversation in your life?" the sudden shift in his voice taking you aback ever so slightly.

You recalled the countless times he had said something similar to you, such discussions often taking place with you sat in the passenger seat of his cruiser. However, this time, sat across from him in a damp bar on the edge of town, five more years of living under your belt, the words hit with new life, like an old blade that had just been sharpened.

"Visiting Joyce and the boys. Last time I checked, that wasn't a crime, Chief."

"How's your mother?" Hopper had learned a thing or two about you during your semi regular catch-ups in the years prior. It didn't take a genius to see that you weren't a bad kid, just a hurt one. That could have been his reasoning for why you were never officially reprimanded for your many minor infringements, should he ever have needed one, but as much as he hated to admit it, he had a soft spot for you. He had never met another like you, truthfully. No one as stubborn, no one who could piss him off quite like you could. And even now, watching you process his words in the dim light of the bar, he felt the same sense of attachment creeping up on him.

"Dead."

His expression dropped, and immediately you felt a twinge of regret for how you had chosen to deliver the news. If there was a right way to tell someone such news, you figured yours could not have been further from it.

"Daph..."

"No. It- it's fine. I'm fine."

The sudden rush of blood to your head brought on a bout of dizziness. "Look, it’s getting late, I th- I'm gonna go." Without waiting for a response, you peeled yourself off the barstool and headed for the door, trying with all your strength to make it out without losing your balance.

Just about getting yourself outside, you leaned your back against the wall, the cool surface providing a much needed feeling of relief. Before your brain could even register the action, your body was sliding down the wall until the initial shock of your legs meeting the cold, hard ground kicked in, waking you up a little. You remained there in silence for all of a minute before you heard the door of the bar open and swiftly close again.

"Come on, kid."

You looked up to see the chief of police towering over you, his coat in hand. Grabbing you by both arms and pulling you up off the ground before you even had a chance to resist, he took the garment in both hands and in one swift motion wrapped it around your frame, its warmth spanning from your shoulders where it rested down to your knees. "Are you trying to get pneumonia?"

"Right now I'm just trying to get home." you answered shortly, brushing past his arm before he could turn around and promptly pull you back with a slight tug.

“Get in the car.”

"You've been drinking."

"What are they going to do, arrest me?"

With a frown on your face, you sighed as your eyes rested on his helplessly. Arguing was something that, for what felt like the first time ever, you were physically incapable of doing. Taking your hand in his, you felt yourself surrender any power you had over your own body as he led you to his cruiser.

That's when a voice echoed through the increasingly bitter air, a voice that stood out as belonging to someone other than the four people you'd spoken to since your return. "You knowww cops are supposed to combat crime, right, Hop? Not commit it. And from where I'm standing, chief- officer- uh, sir, the only thing standing between you, your little lady friend and that vehicle is a DUI arrest, potential murder-suicide, and I mean, christ, by the looks of it a barely escaped kidnapping charge." Wow, this guy has a way with his words.

"God, kid, don't you have some cretinous sophomores you need to go force your narcotics on?" the chief bit back.

You didn't dare to look up, your gaze remaining firm on the concrete with which your feet felt like could be ripped out from under them any second. Who could be bothered berating a sober Hopper, let alone a dr- and then the realisation dawned on you that your enthusiastic notion of a "sober Hopper" was likely a little dubious, or at least it had been the last time you'd had the pleasure of sharing a town with him, and you cannot help but elicit a giggle.

Clearly in your drifting thought several more jabs had been exchanged because your apparent amusement resulted in a scolding, "Something funny, kid?" from your knight in shining polyester.

Finally, you will yourself to meet his eyes, which are now re-affixed on his sparring partner, and following his train of vision allows you to finally visualise who the other party has been in this pitiful dick-measuring contest. A sight which immediately causes all the blood to drain from your head so forcefully you can only liken it to the opening of a dam. You become sickeningly aware of your previously demonstrated lack of agency, as you do the unyielding clench of the chief of police's hand around your forearm, resulting in your indignant shaking off of the latter. The former would be a little harder to dispel.

"Go home, Hopper. I'm fine."

"Hang on, you were the one who wan-"

"You heard the lady. Skedaddle! My darling, darling Flo deals with enough shit under your lackeys without having to be subjected to the sight of your hungover ass first thing on a Thursday morning."

Jim Hopper responds with what can only be discerned as a grumble before clambering into the driver's seat of his cruiser, and you feel an overwhelming twinge of mortification as you register that you almost went home with him in that state. Would still hit it, though.

Such realisation is swiftly replaced, however, as you and him are now the only people left outside the bar.

After a couple strenuous beats, in that conceited, sardonic drawl, "You're welcome."

"Huh?"

"It's a polite response. Uuusually preceded by a polite acknowledgment of a serv-"

"Oh my God, please stop talking. Jesus Christ." you snap, clenching the bridge of your nose. Your infamous migraine had long been awakened at this stage.

"Jesus, what the hell crawled up your ass and di-"

You lower your hand from over your eyes so that they can meet his, so that this asshole can realise he knows the answer to his interrupted query too well already.

“Fuck. Daph..... ne. *ahem* Daphne."

"Fuck off, Eddie." And with that, you, absolutely aimlessly, take off on foot in the opposite direction of the bar, I mean seriously, your sense of direction is obsolete, but still, you feel compelled to be the one doing the fucking off as soon as you remember he cannot be trusted with such imperatives.

The careless commotion of stones being kicked paired with embarrassingly exhaustive breathing getting nearer to your back confirms such preconceptions. “You’re back. When did- Why?”

And you try, you really do try to resist engagement, but he’s like a bad smell. He clings. Unforgivingly. Only removed with force. And, unfortunately for him and every other person in this town, you’re like dynamite. Highly explosive at the slightest activation. No, that’s not a euphemism.

“Why do you give a fuck? In fact, why were you even here? Lingering, creeping, just waiting to fucking pounce, to swoop in and save the day like the hero you so desperately want to believe you fucking are.”

This startles him. You’re glad it startles him. You’re convinced you can almost see past his mangled, curly locks right into his brain where the gears are working in overdrive.

“Fuck me, Daphne. My sincerest apologies if I’m surprised to see you here after four fucking years, but to the shock and horror of most people in this town, but probably most of all your own, time didn’t freeze when you left. The Earth did not stop revolving around the sun, in fact, it did it four more fucking times. So sorry if seeing you with your paws all over Chief Hopper in the parking lot caught me off guard a little bit, which also, him, really? And not that you would have any idea, because, at the risk of repeating myself, four fucking years, but Corroded Coffin plays here every Wednesday. Every single Wednesday. It’s become sort of a tradition for us, but you wouldn’t know, would you?”

His eruption equally startles you, though this time not at all to your own amusement. You left hi- Hawkins on bad terms, awful, even. There was no coming back, from anything or anywhere or anyone, you had made sure of that. And yes, you realised, stood in what remained of the distant, eerie glow of the Hideout, staring into his relentlessly brown pools for eyes (which had always, in your opinion, been tremendously uncalled for), you hadn’t exactly kept to your word. But, that didn’t explain why his outburst stung as if the wounds were fresh, because they weren’t. He had been abundantly clear about that.

You allowed several moments to pass while you deliberated between a number of responses, favourites including, but not limited to: fuck you; fuck off; it wasn’t my fault; fuck you, you fucking asshole. Ultimately, the best one you could muster up was to turn on your heels and continue once more on your undisclosed journey without acknowledgement. Surely, you knew by now that one never worked on him.

“Daphne.” His intense grip extends to your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks as it sends a reviving yet unsettling warmth throughout your otherwise glacial body. You absolutely despised how he could do that. “Where are you going?”

“H-h-home.” Voice cracks betraying the callous front you so desperately wished to keep up, and you knew your composure couldn’t sustain this level of confrontation for much longer.

“Eddie? You out here, man?” a rescuing mop of curly hair yelled from the door of the Hideout which you immediately recognised as belonging to none other than his dickhead bandmate Gareth. Well, helpful dickhead, as it stands.

“Your girlfriend’s looking for you.” you coldly remark, though it still manages to elicit a sniff vaguely resembling amusement from your… from Eddie.

“He’ll live. Come on.” He gestured towards what you did not even have to verify with a glance was his box of rust on wheels he liked to call a van.

“What?”

“Daphne, seriously, don’t piss me off.”

“Oh, you passed the point of pissing me off a long fucking time ago, Munson. Four rotations ago, to be precise, right? Leave me. The fuck. Alone.”

With one violent motion, you shook his hand from its convenient place on your shoulder, immediately welcoming the return of the brisk air to your entire frame, and off you unapologetically went, this time without interference, though not without observance. You could feel his stare watching, burning into your back, harder than you could feel anything else in this soul-numbing cold.

There was plenty you weren’t sure of on coming back to Hawkins. An incredible amount. Perhaps the only thing you really could be sure of is that you couldn’t do that. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #hopper fucks but not really #rose-colored boy #Spotify

[secretlystephaniebrown]

On Superman and Kindness

One cannot begin talking about comic books without talking about Superman. 

It is simply a fact of things: it all begins with a man, and a car, and a cape. 

Well, perhaps it begins earlier. Perhaps it begins with two men, leaning over a drafting board, talking about the possibilities.

But in truth, it all starts there, with Superman, and the men who created him. 

When you’re a comic book nerd, you learn very quickly that people have Opinions, with capital letters, about Superman. So often, you will hear people decry him as overpowered, as boring, as cliche and cheesy, as “too nice,” or, in one interesting instance, as inspiring “daddy issues.” 

But I always argue that to dislike Superman is to miss the point. 

Not that there aren’t plenty of reasons to dislike a character; there are always reasons to dislike something. They can be petty and specific or broad and philosophical. Some people just don’t like superheroes; arguing that they are defenders of the status quo, and teach us about violence-based solutions to problems. Some people don’t like Superman specifically because they think he was rude to a different fictional character in one specific issue of a comic that they and three other people have read. 

When it comes to comic books and their fans, you can easily encounter both opinions, and sometimes they’re even in the same person. 

I can’t address those issues. Maybe they’re right, and the superhero genre is an inherently outdated genre in a leftist utopia, in a world without prisons and police. And they certainly might be right that Superman was rude to other characters; Superman in the 1960s and 1970s went through a time period which was known as “Superdickery,” a time period where shenanigans, gaslighting, and cruel pranks ran amok. 

But I can talk about the other things. 

As for Superman being boring and invincible, I tend to wave it off. Superman is physically invincible, but good writers have known for years that in many ways, it just makes him more vulnerable. He is bulletproof, but his family (mostly) is not. He is fireproof, but what about the ordinary people all around him? There are villains who can meet him at his own level, and there are a thousand tasks at every moment that only a Superman can meet, and wonderful writers for over eighty years now have told this story well. 

The cliche… well, he created the genre. He gets to be a cliche. Seinfeld is unfunny, and Superman, wearing a uniform inspired by Jewish circus strongmen, is the only original idea in the field, and the rest are derivative and in conversation with him. Like it or not, all others who follow are, in some way, always going to be compared to him. Sure, one might say the later variations did it better, but he will always be the cliche for the others to innovate out of and put a fresh spin on. 

And now, to the heart of the matter. 

Superman is too nice. 

You’re wrong. 

A part of this argument will always rile me up. A part of it is born out of the way that the argument is the sort of thing that Lex Luthor himself would make. Why would someone who is bulletproof and can bend steel, who can fly and see through walls and blast things with his laser eyes, be kind? For so many people, it seems, they cannot imagine having those abilities and not abusing them. From the perverted teenage boy who wishes he could see into the woman’s locker room to the angry nerd on the internet wishing death on all the girls who have ever slighted him, many people cannot imagine having that kind of power and using it to help. 

Maybe I’m an optimist. 

But I love to think that they’re wrong. 

That is, to me, the heart of the superhero genre. This idea that someone, given great power, chooses great responsibility. To choose to use the gifts that you have been given, and try to build a better world, a better tomorrow. To try and use their trauma to better the present, so that no one else will suffer like they have suffered. 

And of course Superman would choose that kindness. 

He exists because of it. 

It is well-trod ground, perhaps, that Superman is not a Christ allegory, despite what the movies make him out to be. Jor-El did not “so love the world that he gave his only son.” Kal-El, Clark Kent, he is not Jesus Christ. 

He is, instead, Moses in the bullrushes. He is a metaphor, instead, for Jewish survival. 

Superman was not sent to us to save us from ourselves. He was sent to us to save him. 

His parents sent him out into the great unknown in desperate hopes that their son would live, even though they would not. He came here, in need, vulnerable. He landed, in all the places in all the world, not in an ocean or a government laboratory, but in a field, in Kansas. 

And he was found, and he was adopted, and he was loved. 

Ma and Pa Kent found him, and they chose him, and they showed him kindness and taught him strong values. They taught him the best version of Americana; a tight knit community that opens their arms to outsiders, hard work without bitterness, generosity without repayment. 

Of course Superman is kind. Kindness is what saved him. 

And you can find it corny, you can find it unrealistic, and maybe you can even make genuine arguments against the kind of work that he does. 

But by Kirby, let Superman be kind. Let me believe that a man can fly. Let me believe in the version of tomorrow that he sees for us. 

#Clark Kent #Superman #DC #Steph Reads Comics #Steph Speaks #Despite Everything: Comics #this is an idea I've been scribbling down for the past while: a series of mini-essays about comics. we'll see how it goes. #but it's fun writing anyways

[asimpforthe80s]

Shouldn't Be Attracted To A Criminal..

Starring: Eddie Munson and Murderer!Y/N

Warning: mentions of murder. Drugs. Prison escapee Y/N. Falling in love with a criminal. Kinda short.

Part 2

You had just escaped prison and were on the run. Eddie was waiting for his client in the woods as he heard a rustling in a bush. "Who's there?" He asked, standing up. "Chrissy?" He yelled out, not knowing who was there. He walked over to the bush and saw you, covered in dirt and a little blood. Leaves in your long black hair and scratches on your pink cheeks. You wore a prison uniform. Shit, he thought as he backed up slowly.

You jumped out of the bushes, threatening him with a knife in your hands. "Scream and you're dead, hear me?" Your voice was quiet.

"Woah, woah, woah!!" Eddie said as he held up his hands. "Let's calm down here, alright? No one has to get hurt." He said in a calm voice. "That's right. No one needs to get hurt. So shut up, don't yell, and don't you fucking dare call no one." You walked closer to him, holding your knife tighter in your hands. Eddie tried to move backwards, not wanting to make her mad. "Look, look, I don't have a cell phone. I'm not going to call anyone. Please, just put the knife down." Eddie said in a shaky voice, his eyes darting around nervously. You looked around, searching the area for anyone who might see or hear you. "You waiting for anyone? Is anyone going to come here?"

"No, no one is coming. I swear." Eddie said. "No one is coming. I swear." He said, hoping she would believe him, even though he was lying. "You're only telling me lies, I know it." You held your knife a little tighter and took your free hand to your pocket. "Who. Is. Coming." You said in a harsh tone. Eddie looked down at the ground, feeling trapped now. He was scared of her. "Look, you're right, im lying. I'm waiting for my client. I sell drugs." He looked up at her, his big, brown eyes pleading for mercy. "Okay then. Who is this client of yours?"

"Her name is Chrissy Cunningham. She's wearing a cheerleader uniform." Eddie said. "She's meeting me here so I can give her some cocaine." Eddie said, praying that she would just rob him and not kill him. "When is this 'Chrissy' supposed to meet you here."

"She was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago." Eddie said. "I don't know what's taking so long." He said, glancing at his watch. "Got a car? Van? Motorcycle? Anything?"

"Yeah, I have my van over there, across that clearing. Why do you ask?" He said, pointing towards the clearing. "Need a getaway."

"Heyyyy, wait. Don't get any ideas. I like my van. You can't steal my van! How the hell am I gonna sell my drugs without my van?" Eddie asked. "Goddamnit, people these days." You muttered. Eddie laughed nervously, trying to keep the situation light. "I'm just saying, that van cost me 30 grand, and if you think I'm just gonna let you take it, you gotta be crazy. I make all of my money in that van." He said.

You thought for a few minutes, not saying a word. Eddie stayed quiet, hoping that she wouldn't actually try to steal his van. He didn't know if he could stop her, if she decided to do it. He stood there waiting for her to respond. "Hey, what about you stay at my place instead?" You snapped out of your trance. "What- are you crazy? What if the police come?!" Eddie laughed nervously, "The police aren't gonna come. I know for a fact that no one even knows where I am. The police probably aren't even looking for me yet. And look, if you come with me to my cabin in the woods, I'll share some of the profits from my drug business with you." He said, trying to sweeten the deal.

"Dude.. you're already doing too much by letting me stay at your place, I don't need no money." You reassured him. "Just come with me, I know it seems sketchy, but I promise it's safe." Eddie said. "The place is kinda run down, but it's warm. I just live by myself out there, I don't have a lot of furniture, but I've got a bed and a tv, and a couch." He said, still trying to convince her to come with him, just so he could get his van back. "Huh.. you're quite a weird fellow." You chuckled. "But, fine.. I'll take your offer on lettin' me stay." Eddie sighed in relief. "Thank god, yes! Thank god. Let's get going." He said, starting to head towards his van. He was weird for letting you - a mass murderer - stay with him for no reason.

You followed him back to the white van parked in the clearing. Eddie climbed into the driver seat. "Alright, hop in!" He said, motioning towards the passenger seat. You hopped into the passenger seat. The van smelled like cocaine and tobacco. He started up the van and started driving towards his cabin in the woods. "Hey, what's your name, by the way?" He asked as he drove. "Name's Y/N.. if you tell anyone who I am and where I am, you're dead to me.. and most likely dead in general.."

"No worries of that, I'm not a rat. My name's Eddie." He said. "Nice to meet you Y/N." He put his hand out to shake your hand. "I hope you won't kill me in my sleep later on, hahaha." He laughed. You laughed. "No promises!" You paused. "Nah man, just kiddin' with ya." Eddie laughed nervously, hoping she was joking. "Heh, you better be." He said, chuckling. As he drove along the dirt road through the woods, Eddie started to relax a bit as they were getting closer to his cabin. He hoped you wouldn't try to murder him. "Yeah, I'm joking.. don't worry.. it sounds sketchy, but so does letting a murderer stay in your cabin in the middle of nowhere, so we're even?"

"Yeah, I guess you could put it like that." Eddie said, still feeling a little uncomfortable. "I swear, if you kill me in this van, I'm going to be so pissed haha." He chuckled, looking over at you to see your reaction. You laughed. "You can check me if ya want, but I ain't got no knife on me." Eddie chuckled as well, as he parked the van in front of a small cabin in the woods. "We're here." He said, getting out of the car. As he walked over to the front door, he opened it up. "I told you my place was a little run down, but it's got everything you need." He said with a shrug. "Ooh, nice tho.." you said and got out.

"Well, come in, come on in." Eddie said, inviting you inside. The cabin looked to be about 30 or 40 years old. The paint was fading, and in some areas it was chipped away all together. The furniture was old, with wear and tear, some of it in need of a replacement. "So whatdya think?" He asked. "Looks nice to be this old.. got any spare clothes? Walkin' 'round in a prison uniform isn't good.."

"Yeah, I can find some clothes for you. What size?" Eddie asked. He started walking upstairs. "You can hang out up there, and I will get you some new clothes. Make yourself at home, alright?" He said as he climbed the stairs towards his bedroom. "Yeah, I don't care about the size, tho.." You smiled a little, feeling an unfamiliar warmth. "Alright." Eddie said as he walked into his room. He started rummaging around until he found a shirt, pair of jeans, and a hoodie that would fit you. "Here." He said, heading back downstairs. "You can change in the bathroom if you want." Eddie said as he gave you the clothes.

"Thanks, man." Walking over to the bathroom, you smiled, feeling that weird warmth inside you again. What was this? Why did you suddenly feel like this around him? It was weird. You thought as you changed. The scent of him still on the clothes made your head spin. Fuck, did you like him? You got nervous as you walked out to him again. The clothes were a little too big, but you liked it better that way anyway.

Eddie blushed a little as he looked you up and down. He didn't expect you to look so good outside of those prison clothes. "Huh, those are pretty big on you. Are you comfy in there?" He asked, trying not to look at... certain areas. "Yeah, I kinda like it.." You tried your best to ignore the feelings you felt around him. It was intoxicating to you. You hated that you loved it.

As Eddie looked at you, he couldn't help but notice your lips, how soft they looked. "Uhm, yeah, I'm just gonna take a shower really quickly. You, uh, go ahead and look around, but just don't touch anything, ok? I'll be out here if you need anything." Eddie said as he began to walk towards the bathroom. He was really nervous now, and this time it wasn't because you were a dangerous criminal. "Yep, got it." You smiled and sat down.

Eddie took a deep breath before walking through the door to the bathroom. As soon as it closed behind him, he screamed out in frustration. "Why the hell is she so beautiful?" He muttered under his breath as he turned the water on and began to strip his clothes off. "I shouldn't be attracted to a dangerous criminal like her, but damn she's perfect."

Tell me if y'all want a pt.2!

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Call Me Jason, One More Time (NSFW, 18+!)

Jason Kolchek X Female Reader

Oneshot (LONG)

A/n: Hello everybody! Here I am back with this GIGANTIC MONSTROSITY OF A FIC I ACCIDENTALLY CREATED! It was a requested oneshot based on this ask. Anon, whoever you are, thank you for requesting! I'm so sorry for how long it took to put this out there, but your request really challenged me and I feel really proud of how I executed it. I hope that it's everything you wanted and more!! As always, please mind the tags and if I missed anything---especially anything insensitive or triggering---please let me know! Message if you want to be put on any of my taglists, for specific fics or for a specific character!

WARNINGS AND TAGS: NSFW MINORS DNI!!!!!, Sex (oral sex fem receiving, p in v), sexual talk and sexual situations, female!reader, medic!reader, only woman on the base scenario, set AFTER house of ashes, Jason is awkward, over-protective Jason, Jason has PTSD from house of ashes, unhealthy communication, sexual tension, insubordination, sex jokes, rebellious!reader, shooting, violence, canon-typical violence, blackmail, love confessions, angst, fluff, humor, Jason is a boob guy, sexism, swearing, dom!Jason, sub!reader, semi-public sex, mentions of house of ashes, fit!Jason, Jason singles reader out multiple times, reader has long-ish hair, Jason is sort of an idiot, sassy!reader, arguing, stuck in a closet together trope, bondage, mild bdsm, brief mentions of a war, mentions of police, FBI, original characters, name-calling, taking anger out on people who did literally nothing to you lol, consent is sexy, idiots

Word Count: 18k (yes, you read that right)

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2005

TWO YEARS AFTER THE HOUSE OF ASHES

THE air tasted salty in your mouth as you breathed it in, fresh, humid, and bright this morning in Indiana. Your very first official station with the Marine Corps. You had to fight back your eyes watering as you stepped off the helo, your eyes catching the gaze of what would be your new home for the time being.

You’d be the only woman on base—a fact that was just as exhilarating as it was terrifying—and you’d made sure to straighten up your uniform and outfit before taking even a single step off of this helicopter. You sucked in a sharp breath—the men twenty feet ahead of you, staring and smiling at you was incredibly intimidating—and you took your first tentative steps toward them, an excited smile across your face. You held tight to your suitcase and your medkit, and knowing that they hadn’t ever had a medic on base, you were anxious.

Here I am, Dad, you echoed inside of your head, knowing with every fiber of your being that he could hear you, wherever he was now. I made it, finally; just like you. I’m going to make you proud.

“Private L/n,” a man greeted you, thrusting his hand towards you and you shook it, a bright smile on your face. “Welcome to camp, Marine. I’m Sergeant Nick Kay.” 

“Sergeant Kay,” you repeated with a nod and a salute. “You can call me Y/n.” Your eyes followed the line of soldiers, some of who were elbowing each other and whispering, looking you up and down like they hadn’t seen a woman Marine in their lives. Maybe they hadn’t. 

“Normally Lieutenant Kolchek would be out here to greet you, but he had some business to attend to and sent me,” Nick explained, sending a warning glare to the other soldiers who were watching the two of you. “He’ll be happy to hear you’ve arrived safe and timely.”

“Oh,” you mildly replied, a tight smile on your face as you watched the other soldiers disperse, still watching you carefully. “So, being on time is important to him, then?” Nick side-eyed you a little bit, opening the door in front of you and gesturing for you to walk in. 

“Being timely is important to any Marine, L/n,” he enforced, and you winced, mentally berating yourself already. Way to go, Y/n, saying something completely stupid within the first five minutes of arriving here. Amazing.

“Right, yes—of course,” you reiterated, letting Nick—Sergeant Kay—lead you down the winding hallways of the camp. “Um, so, where’s my room? Or the medbay? Or do you need me to do—”

“Relax, Y/n,” Sergeant Kay chuckled, taking your suitcase swiftly from your hands and shaking his head. “I’m aware that this is your first command, but you have nothin’ to worry about. Both Lieutenant Kolchek and I have worked with women on base before, and while we ain’t ever had a medic, I can only imagine that it’ll be a welcome change all around.”

You smiled gratefully up at him and he led you up a big flight of stairs, stopping in front of a door with your name on it. “I know it might be awkward, at first, being the only woman on base, but I hope you find that these are a great group of boys here. Although, if you should have any problems, your room is right in between mine and Lieutenant Kolchek’s. Both of us are here for you, should any issues arise or anything happens to you. Alright?”

“Yes sir,” you responded, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as your anxiety finally began to truly catch up with you. “Our Lieutenant, then—he’s a good one?” Nick beamed at your question and nodded, opening up your door and gesturing for you to walk in. 

“One of the best, ma’am,” he answered, nodding towards your open door. “We’ve scheduled you some downtime to get settled in, but be downstairs in an hour to meet with Lieutenant Kolchek about your specific assignments. Good luck, Y/n.” 

You swiftly nodded at his words, taking your room key from his hands, and smiling at him as he walked away. Well, so far so great, you mused. Sure, you’d said a couple of really not well thought out things, but nothing that he could really hold against you. Everything could be chalked up to nerves—which, it was—and you were pretty certain that, now that you had an hour to yourself, you could take some time to unwind and be ever-professional for your Lieutenant.

Unfortunately, the second you’d laid down on your tiny cot, it was lights out for you.

You woke up sometime later, eyes blinking wearily and limbs stretching and popping from the uncomfortable position that you’d accidentally fallen asleep in. With one last yawn, you looked over to the dingy, old alarm clock that lay on the desk next to you, squinting as you took in the time.

“Oh, fuck!” You screeched as you hauled ass out of bed, straightening up your uniform and practically jumping out the door. You’d been stressed and tired, accidentally fallen asleep when you should’ve been unpacking your stuff, and now you were five minutes late for your meeting with your new Lieutenant.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought to yourself as you rushed down the hallway, ignoring the pointed stares and whispers from your fellow Marines as you did so. Of course you’d managed to fuck up the single most important task you’d gotten since arriving here, and you were certain that your new Lieutenant—who Sergeant Kay had already fucking told you was a stickler for timeliness—was not going to be overly willing to overlook this stupid mistake. Even if it was completely out of character for you.

You pushed open a door that had the name Lieutenant Jason Kolchek written on it, red-faced and out of breath, and completely embarrassed. As soon as you fully entered the room, the man across the table whipped up, his nose previously studying a thick book, something that looked like a history tome.

You were a little embarrassed to admit it, but the very first thing that you noticed was how hot he was. Chiseled jawline, rich brown hair, caramel eyes—that were currently staring at you with a disapproving frown. 

To be fair, you were pretty sure that you saw Jason check you out, as well; his eyes briefly did a onceover down your form, and he gulped in a way that looked a little bit painful. Your eyes wandered down, too, checking out his gigantic textbook: Vampires: A History. You were still spacing out, shocked in his bizarre choice of literature, but you were soon snapped out of it by his next words.

“Private L/n, I assume?” Lieutenant Kolchek’s voice was dry, dark, and bland. As if he had better things to do than sit here and talk with you. You were immediately put off, and about to speak your mind about it, when you immediately remembered your place…and his.

“Yes,” you answered, clearing your throat nervously and taking a seat across from him. He eyed you sharply, his brown eyes following your every move. You watched him right back, not intimidated by his gaze, and waited for him to continue speaking.

“You’re late,” he responded with a scoff, leaning back in his chair and raising an unamused eyebrow, glaring down at you mistrustfully. “S’posed to be here about ten minutes ago.” 

Your cheeks flared red and you stared down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. Reminding yourself to be strong and assertive—you were a woman Marine, after all, and you couldn’t afford to be submissive—you looked up again, into Lieutenant Kolchek’s eyes and nodded.

“I apologize, sir,” you started confidently, unwavering under his steely, hard eyes. “I… didn’t realize how tired I was when I arrived, and I made the mistake of lying down on my bed, so I accidentally fell asleep—”

“L/n,” Jason interrupted you, holding out a hand to stop you from talking. “With all due respect, I don’t need your excuses. I just need you to be better.”

Well, wow; you’d been here for all of two hours and you were already falling behind your peers. Fucking awesome. 

“Um…yes, sir.” That stinging at the corner of your eyes was not tears of embarrassment. Nope. Absolutely not—not right now, no. You were fine, absolutely fine, and you would not let anything like this get to you. “Sorry, I promise that this isn’t a reflection on my medical expertise—”

“Your hair,” Jason suddenly interrupted, and you jumped, startled. He seemed completely transfixed; brown, deep eyes full of some sort of strange wonder fixed on the strands of hair falling down and around your face. As if he were mesmerized by it, bewitched by the way your hair grew and placed itself on your head.

Thinking he was about to comment something nice about it—or maybe tell you you’d somehow gotten something stuck in it—you raised a hand up to your head, confused. 

“Wait, I’m sorry,” you responded, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. “My hair…?”

Your voice seemed to snap Jason out of his trance, and he startled too, his awestruck eyes clearing and becoming sharp once again. 

“It’s down,” Jason snarled, springing up from his seat in frustration, turning around and running a hand down his face. “Did’ya even read the dress code before you became one of us, L/n?! Hair needs to be cut or worn the fuck up.”

Whoa; you had no idea how you making two tiny little mistakes—like sleeping in a little bit later and accidentally wearing your hair down—warranted this kind of anger, but you were officially pissed off yourself.

“I think I can find that medbay myself,” you hissed back, rising up from the seat you’d taken and hastily throwing your hair back into the Marine-approved hairstyle. “Thanks for…whatever the fuck this was, Jason.”

You heard his hands slam down onto his desk rather than saw it, and you whipped your head towards him your eyes meeting his and both of them hardening. 

“Marine, you will address me by my title,” Jason growled back, leaning on his palms in what you assumed was an attempt to intimidate you. You didn’t take the bait, instead leaning your own palms on Jason’s desk, on the inside of his, leaning in until your noses were practically touching. 

Nobody moved. Not even a fucking muscle.

“Fine,” you agreed, not even sure how this entire meeting had spiraled so far out of control that you were practically defying your Lieutenant. Your eyes found their way down to his lips of their own accord—plump, firm, wet. You licked your own lips, looking back into his eyes. “Whatever you say, Lieutenant Kolchek.” 

You turned on your heel and walked away without so much as a second glance; however, as you exited the room, you could see Jason’s reflection in the door’s window.

He shivered. 

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“YOU know, you’re actually pretty cool, Y/n,” Johnny Cusack, your closest and simultaneously most annoying friend on base commented.

You looked up from the paper you’d been absent-mindedly doodling on, waiting for Lieutenant Kolchek—ugh— and Sergeant Kay to make their appearances and brief you all on the new training happening for the rest of the month. 

“Uh, yeah?” You agreed, slightly offended at his observation. “That’s, like, that’s not a secret, though—you know, it’s the actually part I’m getting stuck on, here.”

Johnny only laughed at your fumble, ruffling your hair much like an older brother would a younger sister, despite being much younger than you. You glared at him, retying your hair back as you anxiously checked the door for Lieutenant Kolchek. 

“Relax, he ain’t here yet,” Johhny reassued you, watching as your chest fell in exhalation. 

“You know I don’t need another write-up on my record,” you reminded him, sneering at the past few instances in your mind. You’d been here for three months now, and it seemed that whenever you had the misfortune to be in the same room as Lieutenant Kolchek, he would find a reason to write you up, a reason to kick you out of the group for a little bit while you’d be stuck cleaning bathrooms or doing extra paperwork. Usually with some poor sap of a Marine who’d gotten caught up in the butt of your joke, or snickered at you when you got in trouble. 

You had no idea just what you’d done to deserve it, but Jason absolutely hated you. That much you knew. Whether it was the fact that you were a woman, or that you were green in the field, you had no fucking idea. All you knew was that he seemed to be much harder on you than he was on everybody else, and it was pissing you off. 

“You just gotta ride through it, ‘til you ain’t the newest Marine here anymore,” Johnny insisted, a statement you’d heard from him only about a million times before. “They’re always harder on the new ones. Wanna make sure you can handle bein’ here.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hissed back, your pencil pushing harder on your doodle in your frustration, breaking the tip. “You really tryin’ to tell me that Jason isn’t any harder on me than he was on any of you?!”

“He was hard on us!” Johnny insisted.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t hard on you,” you growled back, shoving his shoulder slightly with the palm of your hand to get his attention. “But was he as hard on you as he is on me?” 

You were furiously sharpening your pencil with your dinky little sharpener, and you finally looked up at Johnny when he’d been silent for too long. His lips were pursed, his nose scrunched, like he was thinking back on something.

“Well, maybe not as hard,” Johhny admitted. “But, I don’t know, Y/n—maybe it’s just ‘cause he doesn’t see medics as real Marines.”

“That’s ridiculous—!”

“Or, maybe it’s ‘cause he just ain’t ever had the chance to see you in combat,” Johnny finished, throwing an arm around you and resting it there. “Gotta earn that respect, Marine.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled back, continuing your absent-minded doodling on your itinerary. “Like it’s my fault we haven’t ever been in a warzone. Trust me, if we ever were in a warzone, Kolchek would be lucky to have me there with you. I’m a damn good doctor—”

“It’s not like you help the situation, either,” Johnny reminded you, with a sharp look on his face. “You’re always eggin’ it on, makin’ jokes at his expense or blatantly ignoring basic rules. It’s almost like you like the attention from Jason, Y/n—”

“Are you insinuating what I think that you’re insinuating?!” You interrupted, your voice rising in pitch as you threw your pencil down onto the table, throwing Johnny’s arm off of you and jabbing his chest with a sharp finger. “‘Cause you better fucking not be, Cusack, I’ll kick your ass!” 

Johnny laughed back at you, throwing his arms up in defense and shaking his head at you. “Alright, alright! I’ll quit teasin’ you about your annoyingly obvious crush on Lieutenant Kolchek!” 

“There is no ‘annoyingly obvious’ crush on Lieutenant Kolchek!” You screeched, placing your heel on the front of his chair and pushing him over, watching as he scrambled to catch himself before he hit the ground. You stepped over him, legs on either side of his body as you reached a hand down to help him up, despite being the one that pushed him over.

“Okay, Y/n! Geez! Whatever you—”

Of course, Jason would choose that exact moment to enter the room, a slew of Marines including Sergeant Kay following behind him. He eyed the two of you suspiciously, studying Johnny lying on the ground and you, standing suspiciously over the top of him, your chest in his face. Jason’s eyes turned sharp as they landed back on you and his lips pursed.

“Oh, fuck me,” you whispered, hanging your head down as Johnny finally took your hand and helped himself up.

“The two of you better not have been doin’ what it looks like you were doin’,” Jason snarled, his eyes squinting all the more as Johhny bumped into you on his way up, hands grabbing onto your waist for support as he stumbled.

“Shit—uh—no, Lieutenant Kolchek, I-I— I would never,” Johhny stuttered, pushing away from you as if you were a parasite. And on fire. “We were just— I mean, I—my chair—”

“Alright, Casanova,” you hissed back at Johnny, shooting him an unappreciative glare. “I’ll take this from here.” You stepped around your friend, arms crossed over your chest and raising your chin so that your eyes could level with Lieutenant Kolchek’s. “As you can see, Lieutenant, I am currently fully clothed and intact, so whatever you think you saw, you’re wrong. And you need to get your eyes checked.”

“Excuse me, Marine?!”

“Unfortunately, while I am a doctor, I’m not an eye doctor, so you’re gonna have to struggle with your piss-poor vision until you can find one,” you finished, taking a step closer to Jason, keeping your eyes locked with his, feeling the rush of adrenaline flood your veins. 

Maybe Johnny was right; maybe you sort of did like making trouble.

Jason glared right back at you before he scoffed, breaking eye contact quickly and shaking his head.

“Y/n, I ain’t got time for your shit today,” he replied, bending down to set Johnny’s chair upright and gesturing towards it. “If the two of you would kindly take a seat, we have some news to go over regardin’ some assignment changes.”

You yawned—you weren’t trying to piss Jason off, although you couldn’t help but feel like it would be an added bonus if you did—and it got his attention enough that he turned back towards you, his eyes falling quickly toward the piece of paper he’d laid out for you on the table.

“Y/n, is that—” he groaned, running a hand down his face and his teeth clenching as he stared at your now-decorated itinerary. “Did you seriously color all over your itinerary?!” 

All you could manage to do was grin cheekily back at him, picking up the paper and pointing a single finger to a nicely decorated, drawn-on doodle of a party hat, with a piece of shit underneath it.

“Do you like it?” You asked, your eyes studying him for any and every reaction that he would give you. “That’s you, Jason; the Party Pooper.” 

There was a collective sound of Marines holding their breaths—and their laughter—in. You heard, rather than saw, Johnny’s head hitting the desk with a groan as he desperately tried to unassociate himself with you. 

Jason’s jaw was clenched so tightly now that you thought he might shatter his own teeth. 

He leaned in close to you, hands resting on the table behind you as his face became insufferably close to yours. 

“As I said before, I ain’t got time for your shit today, Y/n,” Jason whispered darkly, his brown eyes staring intensely into yours. “Remember your damn place Marine; to you, it’s Lieutenant Kolchek. Call me Jason one more fuckin’ time—see what happens.”

That really shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

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“NAH, man, I swear—couple years back, they was bumpin’ uglies,” Ricky insisted, as you all sat around the round table, a deck of cards laid out amongst all six Marines. “Sergeant Kay and his Colonel’s wife. Swear on my life, that’s the truth.”

“I smell bullshit,” you argued back, pretending not to notice all of the men watching your hands with fascination as you expertly shuffled the deck of cards. “Nick’s way too nice for that.”

“Shit, Y/n, don’t let the Lieutenant hear you call him Nick,” Johnny hissed in warning at you, pointing his finger across the room at Jason, who was having a cold one with the Sergeant Kay in question. There was actually a smile on his face. Who knew he had it in him?

“He can’t hear me,” you replied nonchalantly, shooting Jason a smile when he happened to pass his gaze over you. He quickly looked away, turning back to Nick seriously as they discussed what looked to be something much more grim than your current conversation.

“Ah, good old Lieutenant Kolchek,” Matthew, one of the cruder Marines, cut in. “That man has a stick so far up his ass. He could benefit from some good old-fashioned no-pants dancing.”

You all snickered quietly at that, so as not to draw any attention from the man in question.

“Yeah, he’s definitely a hard-ass,” Ricky agreed. He turned to you then, chewing on a toothpick as he smiled. “Definitely hates you, Y/n.”

“Or maybe he just has a hard-on for making me miserable,” you remarked instantly, causing the men at the table to laugh in an uproar. “Y’know, maybe that’s his thing. Maybe he beats one out to the thought of me cleaning bathrooms while he’s alone in his room.”

“Hey, now there’s an idea!” Matthew chimed in again, leaning across the table with a gleam in his eyes as he stared straight into your apprehensive ones. “Maybe you should take one for the team, Y/n. Let him get down with you.”

You only snorted back, even though you were more affected by his words than you let on, the image of you and Jason twirling together in a bunch of ivory sheets playing rent-free in your mind. “And, by that you mean…?”

You were playing dumb—Johnny knew it by the sound of his groan—but the rest of the men at the table leaned back in their chairs uncomfortably, not wanting to have this conversation with—gasp!---a girl. 

Matthew saw right through it though, a glint in his eye as he leaned in even closer to you, daring to stroke the back of your hand with his pinky finger. “Oh, you know what I mean, Y/n— you could let the Good Lieutenant practice his bedroom rodeo.”

You laughed out loud at that, using the motion of your body to pull away from Matthew’s touch. He was cute, you liked flirting, and let’s be honest here—you hadn’t gotten any since you arrived here on base—but he was absolutely not your type.

Your type, unfortunately, was sitting across the way with a stick up his ass.

Still, you wondered if this little flirting could be a bit of a release for you—or, it could backfire and create even more unnecessary sexual tension—but you leaned into it regardless, shooting a stray gaze towards Jason’s table.

He was watching you.

With a smirk, you turned back to Matthew as you said, “What, you mean like a little foxtrot uniform charlie kilo?” The men laughed at that again, all except for Johnny, who sent you an exasperated glance, begging you to quit while you were ahead.

“Yeah, a little wettin’ the willy,” Matthew replied, his own chuckle escaping his lips at the ridiculous phrase. You giggled too, about to throw another one in, when one of the quieter men decided to join in.

“Using a telescope to explore the black hole?”

“Takin’ the skinboat to tuna town!”

“Wam, bam, thank you ma’am!”

“Drivin’ Miss Daisy!” 

“A visit from old one-eye.”

“Okay, okay!” You interrupted in a fit of giggles, throwing your hands up in surrender. “You know, maybe I’ll take y’all up on it, after all—I could invite Lieutenant Kolchek up to my extremely tiny room, guide him over to my even smaller cot, and have myself a hot beef injection—”

“And just what in the fuckin’ hell is goin’ on here?!” 

You weren’t sure if Jason’s voice sobered you or just excited you more, but you turned around in your chair, suave as ever, with a big, painted smile on your face.

“Oh, y’know,” you answered with a faux yawn, stretching your arms and extending your rib cage in the process, showing off the girls. “Just a little Marine talk.”

“Is that so?” Jason questioned quietly, steely, his hands clenched into fists as he leered down at you. “Y/n, go finish the paperwork we all started today. Alone.”

“WHAT?!” You rose from your seat then, absolutely pissed, as you gaped up at Jason’s impassive face. “Are you fucking kidding me, Kolchek? Why me?”

“Because you were makin’ highly inappropriate sexual comments about a fellow soldier,” Jason replied, deadpan. Emotionless. “I ain’t kiddin’, Y/n. Paperwork. Now.”

“No, this is moronic!” You fought back, your voice hitting a note of hysteria. “I wasn’t the only one making sexual innuendos, we all were—”

“Did I stutter?” Jason bellowed back, pointing an aggressive finger out the door. “Paperwork, Y/n. Now.” You hesitated for a moment, tears springing to the corners of your eyes and your nails digging crescent moons into the palms of your hands. “Do as you’re told, Marine!”

You pushed past Jason angrily, bumping your shoulder harshly into him as you stalked out of the room, heading to the office to finish everybody’s job. 

You made a resolve, right then and there:

Lieutenant Jason Kolchek was not interested in you.

Quit trying.

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IT was hot outside.

Really fucking hot outside.

You all were finally getting a much-needed break after a long day of physical training, the last day of training for the week. Finally; you’d worked way too damn hard trying to prove yourself, and you were paying for it, now. You were exhausted, starving, and hot. 

You were all in more casual wear today, and you had found a stolen moment alone, beneath a tree in a darkened area of land. Taking the time to yourself, you undid the first few buttons on your tanktop, letting the tip-top of your rounded breasts show and glisten under the little ray of sun shining down on you. A long, glistening bead of sweat slithered in between your two mounds and you let it, throwing your head back and letting your hair down to give your aching head a rest. 

You sighed

“Y/N!”

Your brief, stolen moment of peace, quiet, and relaxation was taken much too quickly, and you startled, jumping from your spot in the shade, your breasts bouncing as you did so. Your eyes opened upon none other than Lieutenant Jason Kolchek, and his eyes were having a very hard time retreating from your exposed, shining breasts. 

An idea formed in your mind—potentially a very bad idea, admittedly, but Jason was right here in front of you, and he couldn’t stop staring, mouth agape, practically a line of drool falling out of it.

You reached a hand up and, testing the waters, swiped a line of sweat off from the tops of your breasts, watching Jason’s eyes grow wider as he watched, unable to tear his eyes away from your body. 

As if he were being doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, Jason startled himself, tearing his eyes viciously away from your breasts and over to your face. His breath was fast and hot, his hands shaking, and his eyes were wide and scared, maybe even slightly ashamed of whatever thoughts lie beneath them. 

You grinned, knowing you had not only shocked him, but you had unraveled him as well. Now you knew just how affected by you he actually was. 

Jason’s eyes whipped over to you, and he covered them with a hand, downcasting them to the ground as he physically recoiled away from you. 

“Marine—dress code,” was all he said, but his words were strangled by a choking gasp as they made their way out of his throat. As if he himself didn’t even want to say it, or maybe he just didn’t know what to do. He was almost malfunctioning just from the sight of you; you’d thrown him completely off his guard, made him nervous, and he was affected by you. Or, at the very least, by your body.

You could work with that.

Grinning eagerly, you re-did the buttons of your tanktop, watching Jason slowly remove his hand as you did, his eyes warily watching you do up your shirt and pull back your hair.

“Is that better, Lieutenant?” You asked sweetly, batting your eyelashes innocently up at him even as you leaned forward, putting what was left of your showing chest on display.

Jason gulped, visibly and audibly, and he shook his head.

“That’s a week,” he answered hoarsely, walking backward away from you on shaky legs. “That’s bathrooms for—for a week.”

And then he was gone.

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JASON seemed to be avoiding you.

Ever since the dress code incident. 

It’d been nearly a week since you last saw him at all, let alone heard any word from him on anything that you should be doing. You hadn’t even done the bathrooms like you were supposed to, just to test the waters again, and you still didn’t hear anything from him. 

Something was wrong.

It wasn’t until late one Saturday night when you were getting ready to go to bed when you heard a bloodcurdling scream that you realized just how wrong something actually was.

You immediately jumped into action, dressed in only tight spandex and a sports bra you’d been using to sleep in, snatching your lengthy medkit from the side of your bed and rushing out the door of your bedroom.

The base was in chaos. 

You didn’t know how you’d missed it before, but now you could clearly hear the sound of gunshots ringing through the hall.

Oh no, oh no, oh no—

You ran without thinking, ran past stray, flying bullets down the hall as you aimlessly ducked and covered, strange men in black ski masks and black clothing littering the halls, trying to find Marines, and shooting when they did. 

Fuck, you thought to yourself, tears falling from the edges of your eyes as you realized that you couldn’t see a single Marine anywhere—just you. You instantly turned into a darkened corner, concealing yourself and the medkit as well as you could while these terrifying enemies ran past, looking for soldiers like you.

What the fuck is going on? 

When you finally saw an opening, you ran for it, as fast as you possibly could down the hallway towards the front door of the building. You hoped that most everyone else was already out, and judging by the fact that you couldn’t see anybody, you assumed that to be the case.

How long had this been going on? Why had nobody come to find you?!

You pushed that last thought far, far from your head because surely someone thought of you. They were probably looking for you, now. 

You were almost to the front door when one of them found you, cutting off your path to the front door; and although you couldn’t see his face, you could see the upturn of his eyes.

He was smiling. 

“I’VE GOT ONE!” He yelled, causing all of the masked men in the near vicinity to pause and turn towards you, guns ablazing.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered to yourself, whipping your head around frantically to find any means of escape, beginning to silently plead for your life when you found not one. “Shit!” 

You decided to take a risk, anyway; there were more behind you then there were in front of you, so you pushed ahead, ducking and dodging as you heard the sound of gunfire erupting all around you, each of the gunmen there trying to wound you—or worse. You took a sharp left turn down another hallway when you realized you weren’t going to reach the door, yelping as a sharp pain suddenly erupted throughout your left shoulder, your skin feeling like it was being torn apart.

One of their stray bullets must have finally dinged you, and you clutched your shoulder with your same hand, hanging onto the medkit with the opposite one for dear life. You had no idea where you were running to, anymore; all that was ahead of you was the kitchen, the dining hall, and more random bedrooms. No entrances, and no exits.

You were fucked. 

You were just about to run straight forward, try your luck hiding in the kitchen, when you suddenly felt a pair of two large hands grab you from behind, hauling you off your feet and nearly knocking the wind out of you with how tightly they wound around your stomach. You barely had the time or room to wheeze before you were being dragged into a supply closet, nearly hidden from view, hearing the click of the lock behind you.

Without thinking, you reared back, striking your opponent’s head with your own in an attempt to get away.

“OW!” 

Oh, wait, shit; you knew that voice.

“Y/n—what the fuck?!” Your eyes finally adjusted, much too late, to the darkness enshrouding you, and you were able to make out Jason, who was now standing as far away as he could from you in the tiny supply closet, clutching his head where you’d attacked him mere seconds earlier.

“Oh, shit!” You said for what was probably the fiftieth time. You ran over to him—easy to do in a two-foot wide supply closet—and replaced his hand on his head with your own, inspecting the nasty bruise that you’d left there. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Lieutenant, I—I thought you might be one of…them.” You shivered at the thought, your hand dropping from his forehead, and Jason was still so close to you that he felt it, catching your arm with his hand to steady you.

“That’s fair,” Jason responded, and you looked back up into his eyes, stunned, and found nothing but sincerity within them. Jason was whispering, and you followed suit, lowering your voice so that the men on the outside couldn’t hear the two of you hiding. “I should’ve said somethin’, ‘stead of just draggin’ you into an empty supply closet.” 

You let out a breathy laugh at that, and Jason smiled back at you, his eyes falling down your form in the meantime as he inspected you for any wounds. 

“You alright?” He asked, his hand that had been on your arm falling down to your hand and holding it so softly, it was almost as if it wasn’t actually his intent. You stood still, frozen, afraid that if you made any sudden movements that he might retract it—because even if he was holding your hand on accident, he was still holding your hand. And you didn’t really want him letting you go. 

“I, um, yeah,” you replied lamely, still clutching at your shoulder with your other hand. “I’m fine.”

“If you’re fine, why are you holdin’ yourself like that?!” Jason interrogated, sounding a lot like cared about your well-being, and releasing your hand to wind it over your other one, removing it from your injured shoulder. You knew he’d begun to inspect the wound when you heard his gasp, and you winced. “Fuck, Y/n! You’ve fuckin’ been shot!!” 

“Oh, yeah,” you confirmed with a steady nod of your head. “Also that.”

“What the fuck, Y/n? You didn’t think to mention that you got hit?” Jason’s voice was on the edge of hysterical, and you could see the panic behind his eyes, which only confused you more. 

“With all due respect, Lieutenant, I am the doctor here,” you reminded him, gently removing his hand from your shoulder and replacing it with your own. “Once we get out of here and into some decent light, I’ll take a look at it; speaking of, what the fuck is going on, and where is everybody else?”

Jason sighed as he ran a hand through his hatless hair. He was wearing blue and black checkerboard pajama pants, and you were just now noticing that he wasn’t even wearing a shirt. He looked like he had just ran out of bed himself. 

“Everyone’s outside and accounted for, waitin’ for backup to come in a bunker,” Jason explained, steady eyes darting around your face as he continued to examine you. “Well, everyone but you.”

“And you,” you pointed out, wincing as the action sent flying pain up through your bullet wound. “Why the hell aren’t you out in the bunker?”

“I was out in the bunker,” Jason answered, setting a glare on you. “When I found out you were still missin’, I came back to find you.”

You jerked away in your shock, Jason’s words ringing throughout your brain and sending a flurry of butterflies racing around your chest. He was out of here, safe and sound, and he ran back into the line of fire just to find you? You—who he hated—you?! 

“You came—” Your voice was hoarse, choked up with emotion. “You came back for me?” Even in the darkness, you could see Jason’s cheeks darkening, and he ran another nervous hand through his hair, avoiding your gaze.

“Well, y’know,” he mumbled, turning away from you and pretending to inspect a nearby shelf. “No man left behind, and…stuff.”

“Right.” And although you were certain that Jason was telling the truth, you were also pretty certain that Jason wasn’t telling the whole truth. 

“And by the fuckin’ way, Y/n, where in the hell is your gun?!” 

“...oh.” In all of the fear, commotion, and craziness, you hadn’t even thought to bring your gun. All you could think of was your medkit, and the tools that you’d need to help others if they were wounded. “Honestly, I didn’t even think about grabbing it. All I could think about was all of our friends, hurt, and needing my help, so I just…grabbed the medkit and ran. Sorry, that was really stupid of me.”

Jason turned around then, brown eyes wide and gaping at you as if you’d suddenly grown three heads. You guessed it was pretty weird to forget your gun, but you weren’t certain that it warranted this sort of reaction.

“What?!” You cried out, crossing your arms over your chest subconsciously. Your shoulder protested immediately and you hissed, clutching at it again as blood began to seep through your fingers. “Bad idea.”

“Y/n!” Jason was over to you in an instant, hands pushing yours away as he came in close to inspect your wound and apply pressure. You tried not to think about how close and how shirtless he was, but it was hard when his pecs were literally eye-level. “Fuck, Y/n, it’s bleedin’ a lot.”

“Yeah, it feels like it is,” you agreed, eyes fluttering as you suddenly started to feel lightheaded. “Fuck, I’m feeling a little—I’m sort of dizzy, I think?”

“Shit.” Jason instantly hopped behind you, pulling you to him so that your back was to his chest. “C’mere,” he instructed, and you gasped slightly as you felt him lower the two of you to the ground, pulling you into his lap. “You sit here and I’m gonna keep puttin’ pressure on your wound, alright? Hand me the medkit.” 

You did as he asked without question; even if you’d wanted to argue, you really didn’t have the strength or the energy to. Instead, you leaned yor head back against his shoulder, absent-mindedly curving your nose into his neck and closing your eyes. You heard the telltale ripping of packaging, wincing as Jason began to clean and dress your wound.

“It’s through-and-through,” Jason informed you, keeping both of his hands tightly pressed against your wound. “That’s good.”

“Yeah,” you recognized, keeping your eyes closed as you took a deep, calming breath, accidentally inhaling Jason’s scent. Sandalwood. “So, um, you never told me what—what’s going on here?” 

Jason had shifted from both hands pressing against your wound to just one hand, holding pressure against it and trapping the other side with his chest. His other hand was currently running through your hair soothingly, causing you to let out a pathetic sigh every now and again. 

“We’re under some sort of an attack,” he responded, and you leaned further into his hand against your head, feeling his slight smirk against your cheek and not really caring that he’d seen you be a little vulnerable with him. “Seems like they’re tryin’ to send some kinda message to the government and we just…happened to be the closest base to their headquarters.” You stilled at his words and then shivered, the eeriness of it all almost too much to bear.

As hypocritical as it was, you never actually thought that you’d have to see battle during your time here in the Marines. Enlisting after the war ended in Iraq was the safer bet, you thought, but you realized now how stupid that line of thinking was. 

And how unprepared for this you might really be. 

You opened your eyes again, choosing to focus on your bandaged wound rather than Jason’s alluring hand running through your hair. 

“Hey,” you barely uttered, but Jason still heard it, and his eyes flashed over to yours. You turned your face to his evenly and rubbed a thumb against your bandaging, accidentally brushing up against his other hand. “You did a pretty good job with this.”

Jason grinned back at you. “I have some experience,” he admitted, pulling you back into him gently so as not to aggravate your gunshot wound. “Now stay here and lean against me or you’re gonna pass out from the blood loss.”

“Is anyone else hurt?” You asked instead, your mind flashing back to the faces of your friends in a panic. Matthew, Ricky, Johnny—

“There are a few gunshot wounds,” Jason admitted, his hand going still in your hair for just a moment before picking back up again, stroking his hand way too gently through it for somebody who supposedly didn’t like you. “Nothin’ serious. We all got real lucky here tonight.”

“There are wounded soldiers?!” You freaked out, pushing up against him and trying to pick yourself up off of the floor. You were unsuccessful—mostly because Jason held you down—and you scowled at him. “Jason—I have to go! Our men need me, they need the medical supplies!”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not,” Jason growled back at you, reapplying pressure to your wound and silencing you with a glare. “Like I said before, ain’t nothin’ serious. The men’ll be fine, Y/n, and we ain’t goin’ back out there with you injured and God knows how many men still circlin’ around the base!”

You huffed as you leaned back into him, arms crossed over your chest defiantly, despite knowing that he had a very valid point. 

“Is Johnny alright?” You finally gathered up the courage to ask, fighting back the feelings that if your only friend was injured, you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself. When Jason took much too long to answer, you turned back to him worriedly, finding he was only smiling at you.

“Johnny’s fine,” he reassured you, and you held your breath as he cupped your cheek with his free hand, his thumb stroking across your cheekbone tenderly as he stared in wonder down at your face. “You’re really worried about him, huh?”

“Yes,” you admitted softly, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes. “He’s my best friend—probably ever.” Jason smiled kindly at your words, and although you couldn’t see it, there was a debate behind his eyes.

“...two of you together…?” Your eyes shot open at Jason’s question, and you briefly wondered if this whole interaction was really a dream. Or maybe you’d gotten shot and were lying on the floor somewhere, delirious. 

Because no way did Lieutenant Jason Kolchek just ask you if you were dating somebody else and sound mildly sad about the possibility. 

“Oh, uh, no,” you answered, feeling the burning blush across your cheekbones. “It isn’t, um, like that—I love Johnny, but not that way. He’s an amazing friend, but—he really just isn’t my type.”

The closet became suffocating with silence, and even Jason’s thumb stopped working its path along your cheekbones. It was so tense that you opened your eyes again, finding Jason staring resolutely back at you, determined, as if he had made his mind up about something. 

“And what’s, um, what’s your type?” Jason’s voice had grown quiet, and he was holding his breath. As if he were afraid of what your answer might be. 

You grinned back at him, wounded shoulder nearly forgotten as you stared into his pensive brown eyes, subconsciously leaning in just a little bit closer to him. 

“My type?” You repeated cheekily, although the strangled quality to your voice gave away just how nervous you really were. “Well, that’s easy; strong, brown-eyed, easily annoyed, likes power trips—” Jason’s eyes were watching you closely, very closely, and there was a glint of realization within them. The realization that your ‘type’ was oddly specific. You grinned and decided to continue, both of you knowing without a shadow of a doubt that you were talking about him. 

“Sometimes has a stick up his ass, not so easily swayed by adorably rebellious women—”

Jason’s lips were on yours before you could say another word, and you reacted instantly, your hand winding around his neck and intertwining in his hair. Your head tilted sideways as you deepened the kiss and Jason moaned into it, his tongue darting out and meeting yours halfway as the two of you battled for dominance, dancing the same dance that you did every single day, only now with your mouths. 

Jason’s hand found its way to your stomach and you sighed pleasurably into his mouth, resisting the urge to roll your eyes when he smirked into your kiss.

“JASON!”

The two of you split apart like you were on fire at the sound of Jason’s radio, and you tensed, sending a quick look towards the door to make sure nobody on the outside heard it. When you looked back over at Jason, he was still staring at you, but now he looked conflicted. Immediately, he cleared his throat, pulling out his radio and turning harshly away from you.

“Nicky!” He greeted in a whisper, also eyeing the locked door. “Not the best time buddy, we’re hidin’ in a closet from those—”

“No, the place is clear,” Nick’s voice rings through the goods news, and both you and Jason let out massive sighs of relief. “You found her, then? Y/n?”

Jason looked back at you then, a tight smile on his face as he nodded towards you. “Yeah, she’s here with me,” Jason confirmed, a huge smile of relief breaking out across his face. “She’s fine, she’s—great.” You smiled back at him then, clutching your shoulder that had finally stopped its bleeding. 

“Good, ‘cause my face isn’t,” Nick grumbled, and you raised an eyebrow at Jason, who helped you get to your feet. You noticed that Jason’s face had turned a peculiar shade of red, and although you could tell he was embarrassed, you had no idea why he was embarrassed. 

“His face?” You questioned, opening the door and peeking a head outside. Immediately, Jason wound an arm around you, pulling you behind him as he proceeded to check that the coast was clear. You rolled your eyes, having half a mind to lecture him about his ridiculous need to ‘be a man,’ but you were genuinely more curious about Nick. “Is he injured? Oh, fuck, tell me he wasn’t shot in the face!”

“He wasn’t shot in the face,” Jason answered flippantly, bobbing his head towards the open door and giving you a hand out. “Coast is clear.”

“If he wasn’t shot in the face, then what’s wrong with his face?”

“He’s fine, Y/n!” Jason snapped back, turning around towards you with a fierce, cutting scowl. “For once in your life, just let it go—please!” 

“Fine,” you grumbled back, both of you breathing another sigh of relief when you saw flashing lights and heard sirens outside. The police had come, thank God; and thank God these idiotic Marines chose to be sensible and get out for once, instead of trying to be the heroes and fight these guys. Granted, if we’d had access to our locked-up weapons artillery on the fly, we could’ve defended ourselves just a little, teensy bit better.

You wondered, not for the first time, where the Marines were who were supposed to be guarding the base tonight. Jason said there had been no serious injuries…

“HANDS UP!” A local officer ordered, and you and Jason eagerly complied, despite the sharp protestations from your injured shoulder. You groaned at the pain, instinctually grasping at your shoulder in agony. The officer shifted his gun towards you and you held your breath, knowing you had fucked up.

“HEY, WAITWAITWAITWAITWAIT!!” Jason screamed back at him, hands out in front of him as he threw his body in front of yours. You gasped, truly shocked that Jason had not only defied an officer’s basic orders, but he threw himself in front of you just in case the officer actually shot. “She’s one of us, sir, she’s a Marine; she’s just injured—one of those fuckin’ assholes shot her right through her shoulder blade—”

“Sir, step aside, and raise your hands above your head,” the officer growled back, gun still quite at the ready. You gulped, but Jason refused to move.

“I won’t,” he answered quietly, and you could see his Adam’s Apple bobbing up and down. “I ain’t gonna move ‘til you lower that gun, sir. With all due respect.” 

The officer looked between the two of you for a moment more and must have deduced that you didn’t look like the other gunmen because he lowered his gun a few moments later. 

“State your name and rank, please,” the office grumbled, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe that Jason would do something as risky and idiotic as he just did. 

To be fair, you couldn’t believe what he’d just done, either.

“First Lieutenant Jason Kolchek,” Jason answered, grabbing your hand and pulling you up to him. “And this is our Medic, Private Y/n L/n.” You nodded your confirmation when the officer looked at you. After a second, he sighed. 

“Lieutenant Kolchek,” the officer greeted. “My men and I are going to inspect the entirety of this place, make sure there isn’t anybody else hiding. There’s people from the FBI here, waiting to talk to you about tonight’s incident. I’m aware there’s some injuries, as well. Paramedics aren’t here yet—I’m sure they could use you, ma’am.”

“Yes, of course,” you responded eagerly, grasping Jason’s hand and rushing him past the officer and out the door. “Show me to the bunker, please; they need me.” Jason only nodded, and the two of you ran, hand-in-hand, to the bunker.

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YOU worked all night long, tirelessly and effortlessly, sewing up injured Marines, giving medications, packing wounds. Jason was right; it wasn’t anything serious, but it wasn’t nothing either. 

To your dismay, you hadn’t seen him for the rest of the night since you arrived at the bunker; he had disappeared somewhere with Sergeant Kay and a couple of FBI agents, and they still hadn’t returned. After nearly six hours. 

When it had been approaching close to the eight-hour mark, Nick and Jason finally resurfaced, looking completely exhausted. You had finally taken a break, leaning against the wall on a bench to close your eyes for just a few seconds, when the two of them walked back into the main room.

“Jason,” you whispered breathlessly, pushing yourself up off of the wall and sprinting over to the two men. “Lieutenant!” You called out, successfully gathering his attention.

Jason’s eyes fell over to your shoulder first, and then he looked up into your eyes, his own bloodshot and weary.

“Y/n,” Jason answered with a drained sigh. “I’ve been told you worked, all night, by yourself. Fixed up all our men.”

You smiled brightly up at him and nodded in affirmation. Jason lightly smiled at you, but there was a strange tension in his face that wasn’t there before. Your own smile fell, and you stepped closer to him, laying a hand on his arm.

He pulled instantly away, as if you had burned him.

“Jason,” you began softly, eyes wary as he avoided your gaze at all costs. “Are you okay? Do we need to go somewhere? You could take a break, you’ve been at it for hours. I can help you relax—”

“Lieutenant.” His reminder came through gritted teeth, and he turned back to you with his familiar sharpness of gaze. You recoiled, bewildered at his sudden 180 back to how he’d treated you before he’d kissed you. “Don’t make me remind you again, Marine. You’ll address me properly just like everybody else here.”

You took a step back, away from him, with fully wide eyes and a gaping jaw. This behavior, this—this coldness was out of character for him, even for the Jason that he was before your quiet, stolen moments hiding together in the supply closet. You scoffed, but it held none of the usual malice it was typically laced with. Instead, it was more of an anxious taking in of breath, a confused, hurt little exhale that you couldn’t stop from escaping.

“Dude.” That was all you could say for several seconds while Jason stared back at you with hard, unwavering eyes. You swallowed back a tense gulp of air before stepping closer to him again, hardening your own eyes and pushing back the intense bout of disappointment that threatened to take you over after a long, hard night of emotions. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are we seriously not gonna talk about what happened in—”

“There ain’t nothin’ to talk about.” 

Jason’s words were firm, and held an understanding of finality to them. It was so jarring, so upsetting that you had to physically hold yourself together, your own arms winding around your stomach as you curled in on yourself, shaking your head and desperately holding back your tears.

You hadn’t realized how happy Jason’s kiss had made you until he ripped that happiness away.

You walked quickly away, turning away from Jason before he had the satisfaction of seeing how he’d made you cry. You heard his brief call of your name as you hurried away from his general vicinity, but you didn’t turn back around. 

His voice only made you want to cry more.

You were walking briskly to— well, fuck, you didnt actually know where— when you ran smackdab into none other than your best friend, who, despite how much you loved the guy, you really had no interest in seeing right now.

“Hey, Y/n! There you are!” Johnny’s large arms encircled you and you tensed, shoulders shaking as you buried your head into his chest. “Fuck, I was so fuckin’ worried about you! Where were you?! Did you not hear the 9-1-1 to get out?”

“No,” you admitted, the tears that you had been holding back now pushing at the edges of your eyes, begging to be released. “No, the intercom in my room must be out, and that door is thick as shit. I didn’t even hear the gunshots until I stepped outside.”

“Shit,” Johnny reiterated, pulling you in a little bit tighter. “I’m just glad you’re okay, Y/n.”

“Yeah,” you whispered against your best friend, eyes shut tight as he rubbed your back. “Me too.” Johnny had apparently decided that it was time for the sappiness to end—you did hear him sniffling a little bit, and you made the merciful decision not to tease him about it—because he pulled away, a mischievous, boyish smile now on his face.

“Hey, at least it wasn’t all bad,” Johnny suddenly teased, ruffling your hair in the way that only he was allowed to do. “Heard you had to go into hiding with the Good Old Lieutenant; and I happen to have it on good authority that he was shirtless?! I mean, honestly, that’s the juiciest shit that’s happened since Ricky hooked up with that chick that stalked him for eight solid months, so, if you don’t kiss and tell right now, I might have to rethink my friendship decisions.”

Your smile, which had gathered onto your face as your friend comforted you, fell immediately off of your face and you turned slightly away, wiping at the corner of your eyes as a tear finally spilled over the top of your waterline. 

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you brushed off, arms crossed over your chest and eyes wandering to every single crack and crevice in the bunker, hoping to distract yourself from the incoming stream of tears. 

“Oh, shit,” you heard Johnny whisper, and ultimately, it was the genuine concern and panic in his voice that caused your sudden onset of heaving sobs. “Y/n! Fuck, hey—what happened?!”

You turned back into your friend before you could really stop yourself, and even though you could see multiple of your fellow Marines turning to stare at you, their curious eyes filled with their concern and confusion, you let yourself cry into Johnny’s chest anyway. Worst case scenario, they’d chalk it up to the night’s events, and not even have the necessary details to connect your immediate weeping to Jason at all. 

Once you let yourself have a few minutes, you gathered your strength to quit crying, pulling away from Johnny and shaking your head incredulously.

“Honestly? I have no fucking idea what happened,” you admitted, to him and to yourself, thinking back on just where the fuck it could have all went so wrong. “The only thing I do know, is that nothing like…that, is ever going to happen between us.”

Johnny took another step back, bewildered, and he studied the ground anxiously, like he was trying to figure out a really complicated problem. 

“Wait, no, but—wait, really?” Johnny questioned, and you honestly had no idea why he sounded like he couldn’t believe a word you were saying.

“The fuck do you mean ‘really?!’ Yes, really!” 

“No, sorry, I believe you, it’s just—” Johnny sucked in a breath, running a hand through his curly brown hair and inspecting the room to make sure he wasn’t overheard before turning his concerned blue eyes back to you. “Well, after seein’ the way he reacted when he found out you were missing, I was certain that—”

“Hold up,” you interrupted, taking a step closer to your friend and lowering your voice. “He reacted? Wait, like how did he react? Like, you mean normally, like a Lieutenant looking for any missing soldier—”

“Y/n, no,” Johnny interrupted, pulling you towards the wall and leaning in close to you. “Y/n, Kolchek was totally buggin’ out when Nick told him you weren’t accounted for. Like, going completely ballistic, almost as if he’d left the most important thing in the world back on base. He was a fucking wreck, and when Nick tried to stop him from going after you, Kolchek socked him right in the fucking face, Y/n! Just to get past him and inside to find you!” 

You flinched, Johnny’s words hitting you like a punch to the gut. In just a tiny matter of two minutes, you went through a range of emotions:

Firstly, confusion. Because you’d never, ever seen Jason react that way, let alone react that way just because of you. 

Secondly, denial. Because no fucking way did the man who seemed to hate you so much want to go back for you, just you, that badly. No fucking way.

Thirdly, and lastly—anger.

Actually, more like blind fucking rage.

“Where the fuck is Jason Fucking Kolchek,” you hissed, grasping onto Johnny’s arm with your nails, digging in as you pulled him in closer to you. “Where the fuck did he go?!”

“OW, Y/n, for fuck’s sake!” Johnny hissed back, pulling his arm out of your grasp and shaking it out, looking back at you like you’d committed a heinous crime against him. “Dammit, woman, he went down the hall and into the little kitchen with Nick—”

You were off before Johnny could even finish talking, but you heard his annoyed sigh behind you as you left. You didn’t care; you were a woman on a mission now, and that mission was to find Jason Kolchek and give him a piece of your fucking mind.

You bumped into several of your fellow Marines, barely glancing back at them to send them a warning glare before you made it to the bunker’s tiny kitchen, the door semi-cracked and the hallway next to it cleared. You pushed your hand against it, ready to burst in and lecture the living shit out of the Good Old Lieutenant, when you heard something that made you freeze in your tracks.

“What happened tonight, Nicky? This happened because of us,” Jason’s voice floated through the door, and the blood in your veins ran as cold as ice. “Someone wants what happened to us to get out, and this was a fuckin’ threat. That’s why the FBI’s here; you heard ‘em say it themselves!”

“I know,” Nick agreed, and you leaned in closer, your right eyeball peering in through the tiny crack in the door. You could barely make out Jason’s shape, but it was enough to know that he was stressed out of his fucking mind. He was pacing, hands pulling at his hair, crossing his arms over his chest and the standard grey emergency t-shirt someone had finally given him. “But that don’t make it our fault. It’s their fault, Jason; we’re victims in this too, ‘case you forgot about that part.”

“Fuck,” Jason mumbled, seemingly ignoring Nick’s statement completely. “Fuck, Nicky! We gotta make sure that all of our Marines are followin’ every rule, as tightly and strictly as we can!” You could see Jason’s form pace back and forth in front of you, completely unaware that you were even on the other side of the door, listening in. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was having some sort of panic attack. “We can not afford to have another blip on their rader again, Nicky. We gotta prove that we can handle this, that we can keep this fucked-up secret o’theirs. Our fuckin’ lives depend on it!”

“Our lives depend on it?!” Nick repeated incredulously, and you could see him now, his face in clear view through your small crack in the door. He looked enraged, astounded by Jason’s words. “Fuck, Jason! We almost lost our lives tonight—not to mention we put every Marine here in danger—because we’re keeping their fucked-up secret! Shit, man, how the fuck do you not see that?!”

“So what then, Nicky?” Jason wheezed, his voice sounding strangled. You wished that you could see his face, see the emotions written across it to get a better read of just what the fuck was going on here. “We’re damned if we do and damned if we don’t?!”

Nick shrugged. “All the more reason for you to be honest with Y/n and tell her how you really feel about her,” Nick suggested, and you watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, raising a challenging eyebrow at Jason. You let out a silent gasp, covering your mouth to ensure that no noise was made, as you tried to peer more deeply through the crack at the mention of your name. 

Jason only scoffed in response. “Fuckin’ hilarious, man.”

“I’m serious!” Nick whisper-yelled, throwing his own bucket hat down onto the ground in frustration and you jumped, surprised by the sudden increase in the men’s tempers. “Fuck, Jason; we could’ve died tonight! Y/n could’ve died tonight and you know damn well—just as fuckin’ well as I do—that you shouldn’t leave important things unsaid in the middle of a war!” 

“War’s over, Nicky,” Jason quietly chimed in, and you could see him now, leaning over a table with his elbows bent and his head hanging low in desperation. Nick scoffed back at him, shaking his head incredulously at his best friend. 

“No it ain’t Jason, and if you think that it is, you’re fuckin’ blind,” he responded, bending over and picking up his hat again in the process. “And don’t try to change the fuckin’ subject on me, man.”

“Fuck, Nicky!” Jason yelled now, and the two men jumped, sparing a quick glance at the door to make sure nobody had heard. You swiveled to the side just in time to not be caught, and when they had been quiet for a sufficient amount of time, you pulled yourself back to your eavesdropping spot, the two men with their backs turned to you once again. 

“I can’t tell her.” Jason’s voice was quiet, and weak; your heart felt like it split again at his tone. You’d never, ever heard him like this. So…weary, so melancholy, so…

Defeated.

“If I tell Y/n the truth, I’d be puttin’ her in as much danger as we’re in, constantly,” Jason continued, turning around and leaning against the table so you got a clear view of his face. “I have to keep pushin’ her away.”

He’d been crying. You’d never seen him cry before.

“And, what—it’s fuckin’ better to just keep her in the dark?! To never let yourself be happy, or love someone ever again because you’re scared?” Nick’s voice was rising again, and you could tell that he had Jason’s best interest at heart, and that because of that fact, he was letting his anger overcome him, scared himself for his friend’s future happiness. 

Jason slammed his fist against the table, a loud ringing sound echoing from it and making you wince. Jason, however, didn’t so much as flinch as he turned back around on Nick, a finger pointed directly at his nose. 

“And just what the fuck would you have me tell her, Nick?!” Jason hollered, lowering his arm down but staying completely rigid. “Somethin’ like, ‘Hey, Y/n, I really like you but I can’t do shit about it ‘cause the government fuckin’ hates me. And if I let you in, I might accidentally fuckin’ tell you about the alien vampires that almost annihilated us, and if I did that, the FBI would most certainly kill us both. OH, and also, alien vampires do exist and I know you probably don’t believe me because I sound like a crazy asshole right now!’” 

Your hands flew to your mouth to stop the roaring gasp that had escaped from your throat; you staggered backwards, eyes wide and jaw still agape underneath your hands as you processed Jason’s words.

Or, rather, as you tried to process them. Because in all honesty, the shit that Jason was saying was making absolutely zero sense. 

“Uh, yeah,” Nick replied after a few moments, just as you stepped back again to hear the rest of the conversation. “Literally, dude, tell her exactly that. She ain’t dumb, bro, and at the very least, she’s gonna hear you out.”

“No fuckin’ way, dude,” Jason immediately argued, and you could see in his stance and in the stiff demanor of his face that he was becoming extremely combative. “The shit that we went through two years ago, man? It’s fuckin’ crazy. There ain’t no way, in this fuckin’ world, that Y/n’s gonna believe me; and even if she does believe me, her knowin’ any of that shit could get her fuckin’ killed! So, with all due respect, fuck that, man. I’m gonna do what I’ve been doin’ and keep protectin’ her from all of this shit. Protectin’ her from me.”

You didn’t think you could hear anymore; the fire and resentment within you burning you up to extremely dangerous levels. You pushed off of the door, flames on your heels as you stormed your way across the bunker, to the room that you knew that the FBI was currently sitting in, talking and plotting over just whatever the fuck they thought that Jason had done wrong. 

You’d always been one to trust your instincts, and your instincts had never led you astray. As you stood and listened to the two men talking, you knew; you could feel it in your damn gut, and everything within you burned with truth and you just fucking knew. You knew that, whatever crazy shit had happened to Jason and Nick, whataver fuckery with literal aliens they had to deal with, it was true. 

Somehow, you just knew that it was.

What you didn’t know, is just what exactly you planned to do once you actually stormed into the FBI’s sitting room. You didn’t stop yourself, though, and so you found yourself standing in the middle of five random people you’d never seen in your life, all dressed in black and looking at you with wide eyes, holding cups of fucking coffee in their hands. 

“Is it true?” You asked after several minutes, watching as all five of the agents somehow locked eyes with one another in confusion and skepticism. “Did we all almost fucking die, just because you all have something on Lieutenant Kolchek and Sergeant Kay that some other freaks are trying to expose?! Did my friends almost get killed because you value your cover-up more than our fucking lives?”

All five people stared back at you with shocked looks on their faces, darting their eyes back and forth to each other as they contemplated just what the hell they should say to you.

“Ma’am—”

“It’s fucking Doctor to you,” you seethed, stepping closer to the man who spoke and watching him take a step back with satisfaction. 

“Doctor…L/n, I assume, then?” He stepped forward, hands out in front of him, as if he were attempting to placate a wild animal. “I’m not sure where you’ve heard this information, Doctor, but I assure you that we’ve got it under control.”

“Oh, you have it under control, do you?” You taunted back, arms crossed over your chest and stepping methodically around the room, your eyes landing on a woman who looked particularly intimidated by you. You smirked, although you weren’t actually feeling all that cocky. “And, do you call threatening and—and manipulating—and scaring the shit out of two of your best Marines having it ‘under control,’ then? You think that playing with people’s lives, with their emotions—you think that’s an adequate way to control a situation?!”

“Ma’am, with all due respect—”

“It’s fucking Doctor!” You screeched in response, throwing your arms down as you felt wet, hot tears fall back down your face. “And I can’t fucking take this anymore! This is bullshit, all of this lying, and exploiting, and expecting us to take the hit and put ourselves in danger just so you can save your own asses—”

“Lieutenant Kolchek,” one of the men interrupted you and your head whipped towards the door furiously, your chest heaving up and down as you struggled to catch your breath in your rage. 

Jason stood at the door with one hand on the handle, staring back at you and then at the FBI agents, his face as white as fucking snow. His eyes finally landed on you and stayed there, genuine concern lying beneath them as they silently pleaded with you to tell him just what the fuck was going on here.

“Lieutenant, do you have any idea how your Medic has any extra knowledge of what occurred here, tonight?” The man, who seemed to be the leader, asked. Jason’s eyes and lips were tight and he continued staring at you, even as he answered his question.

“I don’t sir,” he responded through clenched teeth, his knuckles gripping the doorknob so tightly that they were beginning to turn white. “I don’t have any idea what she’s on about.”

“Oh,” you scoffed back at him, although you couldn’t quite force yourself to look him in the eyes. “That’s rich.”

“Lieutenant, are you prepared to deal with her insubordination, or should we?” The man pressed on, and you glared at him, having half a mind to bare your teeth, too. Jason’s body clenched up even tighter, if it was even possible, and he shook his head briskly.

“That won’t be necessary, sir,” Jason responded in a whistler through his tightly clenched teeth. “Is the buildin’ cleared for entry, sir?” Jason asked mechanically, staring sharply ahead at the FBI agent.

“Yes,” the man answered cautiously, eyes darting between the two of you. “It’s just been cleared, as of ten minutes ago, Lieutenant.”

Jason turned back to you then, and if looks could kill, you’d be fucking dead. 

“Y/n, my office,” Jason growled, opening the door wider and pointing a stern finger outside of it. “Now!” You shot him a glare as you exited the room, walking briskly out the door, through the bunker, and back up to the base, practically sprinting in your fury up to Jason’s office. He was right on your heels, and as soon as you were both securely and fully inside of his office, he slammed the door behind the two of you.

“Marine, just what the fuck was that—”

“You, are such an idiot!” You howled, placing the palm of your hand against Jason’s chest and shoving him backwards, hard enough to dispel some of your anger but not hard enough to hurt him at all. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Jason Kolchek?! You think you can treat me like shit, just so you can hide away your own fucking feelings—”

“What the fuck are you on about?!” Jason interrupted, circling his desk to get further away from you. “What the fuck has got you so fired up, and why the fuck are you goin’ around yellin’ at everybody for?”

“I fuckin’ heard you, dipshit,” You snarled at him, walking back up to him and pointing an accusatory finger in his face. “I heard you and Nick, talking in the kitchen. Every fucking word, Jason!” 

Whatever Jason thought that you were going to say, it sure as hell wasn’t that, and you watched as his face instantly dropped and he blanched. You watched the gears in his head turning from behind his eyes, likely thinking of some way out of this.

“Dammit,” Jason finally whispered after a few minutes of painful silence. “Fuckin’ dammit, Y/n! Why can’t you just do the best thing for yourself and leave fuckin’ well enough alone?!”

“Because I’m sick of you treating me differently, Jason!” You screeched back, and you could feel all of the emotions from not just tonight, but from every fucking day since you’d arrived on base building up within you. All of the confusion, the frustration, the anger—all of it, resurfacing inside of you to create one perfect, big-ass storm. 

You knew you should take a moment. Take a step back. Breathe.

But you didn’t fucking want to.

“Why the fuck do you do it, Jason?” You interrogated, raising up your chin defiantly, trying your best to make yourself feel and look as tall as Jason was compared to you. “Is it because you feel some stupid need to protect me, Jason? Why?! Because I’m smaller than everyone else? Or is it because I’m a girl?! You think that I’m not tough enough to protect myself? Whatever the fuck it is, it’s bullshit, because I’ve fucking proved myself and it isn’t fucking fair!” 

You looked to Jason for a response and, to your frustration, the man only scoffed. 

“I do not treat you differently,” he argued lowly, subcoonsciously leaning forward, closer to you, nose-to-nose. 

You laughed out loud, throwing your hands up in the air and turning around in exasperation.

“Yes, you fucking do!” You bickered back, doing a 180 and flipping back around on him, walking close enough that you could feel his angry, hot breath on your lips. “You go silent whenever I enter a room, you’re harder on me than everybody else especially with the fucking dress code, you won’t let me joke around with the boys—look, Lieutenant, if you’re sexist, that’s your own damn fault! Don’t take your shit out on me!” 

Jason’s eyes went wide at your accusation and he chuckled loudly, preposterously. “I am not fuckin’ sexist!” He demanded, walking forward and throwing his hands onto his desk, trapping you in between them. You smirked back at him, pushing yourself up to seem intimidating, taller, unafraid of him. He didn’t back down either, darkened eyes staring deep and unwaveringly into yours as he waited for your next move.

“Oh, okay,” you faux-agreed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head in annoyance. “So, you treating me like shit, and choosing not to be around me is just, you know, generally what you do around women. Got it.”

“It’s not ‘cause you’re a fuckin’ woman,” Jason growled, and his lips were so far bared back that you could see his tongue, pushing tensely against his bottom teeth. Just as tight and clenched as the rest of him was in response to you. 

“Oh, but you do admit that you treat me differently, then?” Checkmate, you thought to yourself smirking up at Jason, whose head lolled back and eyes rolled in extreme frustration.

“Oh my g—fine,” Jason hissed at you, pushing himself up and off of the table as his body spun around, hands wound in his hair and clenching anxiously before he let one fall gently against the wall in the tiniest agitated punch. “I don’t treat you like everyone else,” Jason admitted, whirling back around on you. “Happy?”

“Happy?!” You screeched, eyes wide and throwing your hands up in the air, exasperated and irate. “Am I happy?! Are you fucking kidding me, Jason?! No, I’m not fucking happy, Jason! Why the fuck would you ever even think—”

“Look, Y/n, you asked and I answered,” Jason interrupted, turning back around with a fixed, resolute look in his eyes. “You just…wait here while I work on some damage control to keep you here, alright? We’re done here.”

Jason shot one last, exhausted look your way before he started heading towards the office door, and for some reason, the image of his retreating back enraged you more than anything else had tonight.

“What—NO!” You yelled after him, rushing to block his path, throwing your body in front of the office door and successfully obstructing his way out. Jason’s eyes widened and his face was weary. “Fuck that! We’re not done here, Jason!” 

“Fuckin’ hell,” Jason muttered, gently easing an arm around your back and moving you out of the way. “C’mon, Y/n, move—”

“No!” You insisted, turning back around. You grabbed his wrist, tightly, and attempted to get him to stay. “Get back here and have some human decency for once, Kolchek! Have a fucking conversation with—mmmph!” 

Your protestations were firmly cut off by a hard, impassioned kiss as Jason smashed his lips onto yours, pulling you in by the waist. Every bone in your body was vibrating with rage and also with want, and you reciprocated quicker than you’d like to admit, grasping his belt loops with your fingers and pulling him forcefully into you. Jason’s hand left your waist, winding up in the locks that were falling from your head, before suddenly pulling away with wide, shell-shocked eyes.

“Whoa,” you uttered, and you barely managed to do that. Jason’s eyes were flitting all across your face, a look of horror written all over his own. “Jason,” you whispered, reaching up a hand to cup his cheek. “I—”

“Your hair,” Jason cut in, his one hand still hanging from your tresses, eyes wide and stressed. His wonder-filled expression quickly turned to one of exasperation and annoyance. “Your fucking hair, Y/n! We’ve been fucking over this—!”

“Uh,” you answered back, briefly looking down to see that your hair had indeed escaped its low bun, hanging down once again. “I—”

“Shit!” Jason suddenly swore, dropping you like you were burning him from the inside out. He looked terrified, and he ran a hand through his hair, his foot tapping anxiously against the ground, jittery and wound up. “Shit!” 

What you wouldn’t give to read his mind, right at this moment.

“Jason—”

“Fuck, I—shit, Y/n, I am so sorry,” Jason apologized, turning fiercely back to you with a regretful, contrite look written across his face. “I shouldn’t’ve—fuck, I—fuck!” He immediately turned away from you again, body wracked with guilt and conflicting emotions as he grasped the door handle, once again intending to leave you here alone. 

You didn’t know what to do, but you knew that you couldn’t let him leave. You couldn’t let him walk out of this room and pretend that nothing was going on. Not again.

You jumped forward, grabbing him by the arm, gently this time. The last thing you wanted to do was scare him any more than he was already fucking terrified, but to your luck, Jason stopped moving, although his body was still completely tense.

You allowed your grasp to move downward, cradling his hand in yours tenderly, like it was precious and fragile. Quietly, you tiptoed out in front of him, begging him to look down at you, but he was avoiding your gaze, his jaw clenched and eyes shut tight, continuing to fight his unwavering affection for you.

Slowly, oh, ever so slowly, you cupped a hand on his chin, prodding it gently, and he followed suit, his head raising gently to meet your big, curious eyes. 

“You kissed me,” was all you could manage to whisper, and Jason nodded, eyes staring straight into your eyes like you’d put him under some sort of spell. “Did you…did you mean it?

“Yeah,” Jason whispered back, but even with his surprising confession, neither of you could seem to break the agitation, the rigidity and tension that seemed to always encircle the two of you, like a rope wound so tightly that if pulled just one more time, would snap.

But all things had to break eventually.

“Then put your fucking money where your mouth is,” you challenged, a tight smirk winding its way around your lips. Jason staggered back, out of your hold, with eyes like saucers and bewilderment written all over his form. 

“...What…?!” 

You sauntered over to him, a single finger plucking at his bottom lip before trailing its way down, down, down his chest, circling his sternum. Your teeth had grasped your own lips and you looked up at him with big, sensual eyes, a glimmer laying behind them that only Jason could clearly see. 

“I think the both of us could do with releasing some tension, Lieutenant,” you purred, stepping so close into his personal bubble that you could feel his very prominent hard-on, just above your own arousal. “And I’ve broken lots of rules tonight; I don’t believe I’ve ever been properly punished.”

You looked up from where you had been staring down at your finger, circling in and out of his shirt, and gazed up into Jason’s eyes, which were furrowed and contemplative. 

After what felt like hours, but was really only a couple of agonizing seconds, Jason finally shook his head, a smirk befalling his lips. You felt—and watched, nervously—as his hands lowered down to his belt, slowly and tantalizingly beginning to unbuckle it as his eyes never left your suddenly anxious face.

“No, Marine,” Jason replied, and just like that, his belt was gone, discarded, thrown across the room before you could so much as blink. Jason copied your earlier ministrations, his finger pushing your chin up to look back up at his face. “In fact, I think I’ve let you get away with breakin’ the rules for far too long.”

His words unleashed a dam of sexual tension in you and you completely lost it; both hands grasped his shirt and yanked him into you, anything but gentle. Your lips collided for the third time in twenty-four hours, and this time, you could feel just how much Jason really wanted this. Needed this. 

The only thing that seemed to go through your mind was fuck; who knew the Good Old Lieutenant could kiss like that?! Jason’s lips were so inebriating that your legs buckled underneath you, and Jason caught you, somehow smirking against your lips without his own ever stopping their intoxicating movements.

Before you knew it, he had you backed up into his desk, paperwork and utensils flying off in one swift movement as he continued to kiss your neck, clearing the two of you a space. He pulled away for a brief moment to inspect it and then turned back to you with a lusty, dominating twinkle in his eyes. 

“What are you waiting for?!” You demanded, trying to pull him back into you with no avail. “I’m right fucking here!”

“Oh, baby girl,” Jason chuckled, leaning in and nipping gently at your collarbone. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head; I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you,” he growled, and you shivered, feeling your nipples harden in response to his feverish voice and the words he was using with it. You moaned and he chuckled against your neck, amused at the simpering mess you’d already become before he’d even really gotten started.

Jason pulled away again and you made a noise of protest, watching his grin as he stared down at you in bemusement. 

“Now before I do this, I’m gonna have to hear your consent explicitly from your mouth,” he continued on, hands toying with the ends of your shirt but not daring to make any further movements. You stared back at him, deadpan.

“What, are you kidding?” 

“Nah, I ain’t kiddin’ darlin’,” Jason insisted, pulling completely off of you and crossing his arms over his chest. “I need to hear you say it: do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck, Jason—yes!” You howled back, grasping his shirt and pulling him back on top of you with an annoyed groan. Jason laughed out loud and you swooned again, having never actually heard his genuine laugh before. And certainly never directed at you.

You reached up for his head, trying to pull him down to kiss you again but he held still, making you screech in impatience.

“Yes, what?” Jason pushed back, leaning in closer to you, temptingly swirling his tongue around your carotid artery, causing your eyes to roll back in your head and your body to react by pulling yourself closer to him.

You weren’t sure how, but somehow, you knew exactly what Jason wanted.

“Yes, Lieutenant,” you slurred back at him, eyes slanted and sensual as you swirled your own finger up under his shirt, teasingly stroking his six-pack with a carnal grin plastered across your face. 

Your words seemed to set off a fire in him, and he was on you again in an instant, knocking you off balance as his lips laid over yours, his tongue begging for entry which you freely gave. 

You captured his bottom lip between yours, sucking harshly and Jason moaned against you, the sound itself lubricating you, only serving to make you more impatient for more than just a steamy makeout session.

“Jason,” you whimpered against him, bucking against him as he took your breast into his hand, squeezing and feeling the fulness—which, apparently, was more than satisfactory because he pulled away with a moan and a stupefied gape across his face and eyes. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, wiping a hand across his face. “Y/n—”

“I need you,” you whined again, and it broke him out of his stupor, his face jolting back to life as he inspected your needy, pleading gaze. “Jason, please—”

“Address me properly, and I’ll think about it,” Jason insisted with a smirk and you glared back at him, too far gone to even care about fighting back.

“Lieutenant, please,” you begged, hands intertwining in his shirt and pressing your breasts up against his face, eliciting a heady groan from his lips. “I want to feel your tongue against me, please…”

“Sit up,” Jason demanded and you did, holding on tightly to his neck as he transferred you from his desk to his chair. You yelped in protest when he leapt off of you, watching warily as he pulled his shirt up and off and grabbed his discarded belt, making his way back over to you. “Hands behind the chair, Y/n.”

You were so fucking turned on by his authoritative tone that you did exactly as you were told, like a good little subordinate, and Jason worked quickly to tighten the belt around your hands, tying you up roughly and leaving very little wiggle room. 

He wound his shirt around your eyes then, leaving you completely blind to the world and you whimpered, anxious and excited at the mere idea of what he was about to do to you. 

You felt his hot breath suddenly by your ear and you shivered pathetically, releasing a pent-up, tense sigh when Jason’s teeth pulled at your earlobe harshly. 

 “Touch me and you lose,” Jason hissed into your ear and you groaned, every inch of your body aching to buck up your hips and beg him to fuck you into his mouth, knowing that if you did, he’d only make your climax even more slow and torturous than it already was. 

You could feel his rough, calloused hands working off your pants and you lifted up slightly to speed up the process, biting your lip tightly when your spandex slid off of your legs and you heard their thump onto the ground.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” Jason commanded and you did, knowing full and well that your entire sex was on display beneath a thin, sheer layer of purple-laced panties.

You felt Jason suddenly tense against you, his head dropping onto your breasts as he moaned in frustration.

“I—what?” You questioned, hands straining against their bind as you worried over what the fuck had just happened. 

“Are you—is that—fuck, Y/n, are you wearin’ a fuckin’ thong?” Jason’s voice was higher in pitch, his fingers tapping against your leg anxiously as he lifted his head to, you presumed, stare back down at your crotch. 

You scoffed. “Yeah,” you admitted, a blush staining your cheeks. “So what if it is?”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/n!” Jason exclaimed, his fingers softly making their way up your thighs, tickling you, and you felt goosebumps rise up along your legs. “Did you even pay attention to the dress code, Y/n?!”

Your giggles were short-lived, as the garment in question was immediately ripped off of your leg and disappeared, to who the fuck knew where, honestly. Jason’s mouth was hot and heavy and went straight to work on your little bundle of nerves, uncaring to the sensitivity or the way you bucked and squealed against him. 

Jason seemed to be able to take your harsh hip-bucking, because instead of holding your thighs down and stopping them in their tracks, he wound his hand around the back of them, clenching them and supporting you as you fucked yourself into his mouth viciously. 

“Oh, shit,” you mewled, feeling that telltale building up about to explode within you. “Jason, fuck, I’m gonna—”

As soon as you said the words, Jason’s mouth retreated and you cried out in protest, unable to pull him back in and unable to see what was going on. “Jason, seriously—!”

“If you wanna come,” Jason’s voice was darker and deeper than you’d ever heard it, a growl lilting inside of it as he spoke to you. “You better fuckin’ beg.”

You didn’t even have the energy, time, or patience to fight back—you’d been made into a pathetic, whimpering mess at his every command.

“Fuck, Jason, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—”

His mouth returned with vigor, as quickly as it had left, and you cried out in painful pleasure as your orgasm wracked through your body, your cries only seeming to spur Jason on as he clutched your thighs tightly and pushed his face even farther into your wetness, continuing to suck even though your orgasm had ended and you were now just a sensitive jumble of nerves.

His mouth retreated slowly, like he didn’t ever want to leave, and you felt his rough hands caressing your thighs gently, his forehead leaning against yours as you both breathed too deeply, smiling against each other’s lips.

Not long after, he untied your hands and you reached eagerly around, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him in as he attempted to remove your blindfold. 

Light shone into your eyes as he did and you blinked, wincing as your eyes re-adjusted to the light. 

“Fuck, Jason, you—you’re amazing,” you gasped out and Jason chuckled, his forehead still leaning against yours as he delicately stroked your cheek, pressing a soft, doting kiss atop your lips. 

“You’re only sayin’ that ‘cause I just fucked your brains out, doll,” Jason argued, and you laughed out loud, the sound making him smile as he watched you with adoration. 

“It still counts if I mean it,” you admitted softly, and Jason’s face fell, fiercely pressing his lips against yours again, kissing you much differently before. Kissing you like he had more than just lusty feelings for you, kissing you like there was something lurking beneath the surface, something much deeper than just wanting a good fuck. 

And fuck it all to hell, but it only served to turn you on more.

“Jason,” you spoke against his lips and he pulled away, his eyes so full of affection for you that it made you the tiniest bit uneasy at what all of those feelings could mean. “I want to fuck you, too.”

Jason’s eyes lit up at that and he grinned at you, lowering his head down to your breasts and laughing happily. 

“Is that so, darlin’?” Jason questioned, and suddenly, his air of dominance had slightly faded into something more real, something that you had a feeling had been there for quite some time, buried underneath the surface. “Well, just so happens that I sorta want you to fuck me, too.” 

You giggled back, feeling completely light, weightless, the rest of the day’s events seemingly falling off of your shoulders and rolling straight off of your back the longer you stared into Jason’s eyes. You watched eagerly as he pushed himself off of you, hands working on his pants and shoving them down his legs with his boxers in one fell swoop, leaving him completely naked and exposed in front of you. 

You sighed dreamily, reaching out a hand to stroke his member, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head as you did so. You were so blissed out, that you couldn’t even find it within you to be cocky; you just smiled dazedly up at him, like he held the moon and the stars and everything in between. 

From his perspective, holding you, he did.

You blushed under his dreamy gaze, covering your face with your hands, and he instantly tried to pry them away, staring into your eyes once you’d given up hiding from him. 

"What's the matter, sweetheart?” Jason asked, and you blushed again at the nickname. He chuckled, reaching up a hand to stroke your cheek and kiss your forehead at the same time. “You get nervous when I look at you like this?"

“No one’s ever looked at me like that before,” you conceded, nervous fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “It’s…intense.”

Jason looked like he wanted to comment on that, but he didn’t, his eyes wandering instead to your chest.

“Baby, I wanna see you,” Jason pleaded, leaning his hands on the armrests of the chair and hovering over you, staring at your still-covered chest. “Please, baby?”

You didn’t need more than that; you instantly complied, pulling your shirt off of your frame and taking your sports bra off quickly after. Jason’s eyes were utterly glued to your chest, examining every inch of your exposed breasts with wide, hungry eyes. 

“Never took you for a boob guy,” you teased, staring Jason down curiously as he seemed to take in every inch of you, as if he were trying to memorize this moment right here before him. You breathed out a little sigh, and he looked up into your eyes then, watching you smile gently back at him. “Although that day by the tree should have tipped me off, in retrospect.”

Jason let out a low whistle, hanging his head in embarrassment as his cheeks tinged red. 

“Fuck, I almost begged for you right then and there,” Jason admitted, and before you could comment on that, he’d reached his hands under your thighs and lifted you up, off of the chair, setting you down right in front of his large desk, and placing his hands on your waist from behind.

“Bend over for me, doll,” he demanded and you did, sticking your ass up in the air and groaning even before he entered you. You heard him release a string of swear words as he took you in, shaking his head as he contemplated just how fucking perfect you were to him. 

“Whatever you say, Lieutenant.”

“Jason,” Jason immediately corrected, his hand caressing your ass from behind. “Fuck, call me Jason, Y/n—every time you call me Jason I almost fuckin’ lose control—”

“Jason,” you moaned, and he groaned at the sound of his name, pulling closer to you until you could feel his erection against your thighs.

“I’m gonna enter you, now,” Jason whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. “We okay with that?”

“Yes, fuck, please!”

Jason didn’t need any more prompting and swiftly pushed himself inside of you, fiercely bucking in and out with his hands clutching onto your breasts, massaging them in a way that made sure you were going to orgasm again.

It wasn’t very long before the both of you reached climax, one right after the other, with Jason making sure you were taken care of again before he ever let himself release. He pulled out of you right as he came, catching his load with his hands as you hopped off of the table, handing him a box of tissues.

He smiled up at you, wiping off his hands and collapsing into his office chair he’d just mouth-fucked you into. You giggled at the memory, turning around and hopping onto the desk, cleaning yourself up with some tissues and tossing them into the trash.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been…wantin’ you, like this,” Jason huffed out and you grinned back at him, leaning your elbow against the table and sprawling out across it as he watched, eyes big and dark. 

You laughed out loud, fanning yourself as sweat dripped down between your crevices. “I think I have some idea, Lieutenant; my legs are still fucking shaking.” Jason laughed at that too, shaking his head and reaching his hand out to you.

“C’mere, gorgeous.”

You did with a grin, taking his outstretched hand as he pulled you tightly into his lap, his arms going around your waist and his lips pressing kisses to the side of your face as he snuggled into you from behind, head resting in the crook of your neck as he sighed in contentment.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your skin quietly—so quietly, that you were certain you weren’t meant to hear it— “After that, I ain’t ever gonna get over you.”

You whipped around so quickly that Jason actually jumped, eyes widening and mouth agape as he stared at your suddenly intense face. 

“I’m sorry,” you spoke, shaking your head slightly to test if this was actually reality. “What?!” Jason stared at you for too long of a time, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed, as if he were contemplating whether or not he was actually going to answer you.

“Nothin’,” he finally said, and you let out a cry of outrage, turning your naked body completely around so that you were now straddling him, a glare in your eyes and a pout on your face. 

“Uh, no, I don’t think so!” You protested, crossing your arms over your breasts and holding back a smile at Jason’s huff of irritation. “Go back to that last part, yeah? You’re…never gonna get over me? What does that even mean, Jason?! Are you saying that you—”

“Just—” Jason groaned, a hand running down his face and leaning back in his chair as he attempted to avoid your gaze. “Let it go, Marine, and let me breathe.”

“No, Jason!” You pressed on, placing both hands on either of his biceps, pulling yourself in closer to his face. “Tell me what you mean—”

“I can’t!” 

His words were like a bucket of ice cold water, being dumped right over your head, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes and pushing yourself up off of him.

“You can’t,” you repeated, rolling your eyes and hurriedly throwing your shirt back on, walking away from him and snatching your spandex off of the floor, pulling them up around your legs and then over your ass. “I can’t believe I fucking did this, I—fuck, Jason! This is fucking ridiculous!”

“Y/n—!”

“No, Jason, just stop!” You cut him off, turning fiercely around and tossing his shirt quickly at him, ignoring the swooping butterflies in his chest when he managed to catch it with only one hand. “Fuck, dude, I opened up to you, I—I had sex with you, I told you that I heard what you were talking about—and still, you refuse to let me in?”

“Y/n, listen—”

“No!” You were aware that a part of you might have been, maybe, just a little bit irrational, but you hadn’t had the time to sit down and process any of your emotions that had flooded to the surface tonight—and you were still quite pissed, frankly, that Jason still didn’t trust you enough to confide in you. To give you a real fucking chance with him. “Jason, I—fuck, I mean—do you not want this?! Do you not want…me?”

It was an honest question that you had, but you hadn’t intended for it to come out so…small, and sad. You gulped when you heard your own voice speak it, lowering your eyes to the ground, ashamed at having shown so much of yourself to somebody who, evidently, didn’t care enough to try to be with you.

“What?!” Jason shouted, immediately rising from his seat on the chair, picking up his discarded shirt and his pants as he put them back on, apparently not deeming this a naked conversation. “Oh, fuck, Y/n…no. No, baby, that ain’t it at all.”

His words came out so tenderly, so genuine, that you really wanted to crawl back into his arms, believe him, and let him take whatever the fuck he wanted. You, however, weren’t that kind of girl, so instead you shook your head, squinting your eyes in a glare and crossing your arms over your chest when he tried to approach you.

“Well then what is it, Jason?” You countered, taking a step away from him when he took a step toward you. “Because you can’t just kiss me in a supply closet, and then kiss me again, and then fuck me, and then hold me all affectionately like that and then regret it five seconds later, okay?! Because fuck it all, Jason, but I’ve got some fucking hard, real feelings about you so if you didn’t—if you don’t fucking mean it—”

“I meant it!” Jason’s words were quick, persistent. Terrified that you wouldn’t believe him and that you’d walk out of here and out of his life forever.

And he was just now realizing that he didn’t want that, not at all.

“I meant it,” Jason repeated softly, taking cautious steps towards you and you let him, let him come closer to you and you let him place a gentle, careful hand on your cheek, rubbing a comforting thumb across your cheekbone. “It’s just—fuck, okay—you heard all this shit already, Y/n, but two years ago, Nick and I were in an…incident. Somethin’ beyond your wildest imagination, somethin’ that wasn’t ever supposed to be revealed, somethin’ that the FBI does not want gettin’ out. And if I acted on my…my feelin’s for you, they’d use that, Y/n. They’d fuckin’ use you against me, and I can’t put you in that position, alright?! This is more than just some stupid rank shit, or basic Marine positions, Y/n. This shit is dangerous, and I had no fuckin’ choice but to make you hate me, and I—”

“Stop talking,” you interrupted, taking a step back but catching his falling hand with your own. Jason’s mouth shut and his eyes slid back over to yours, confused and concerned. You stared up at him with wide, incredulous eyes and your mouth let out a noise of disbelief—somewhere between a sigh and a gasp. You knew he had feelings for you—you’d heard that much—and you knew that he was pushing you away—but that last thing he said?

Well you didn’t fucking know that. And you didn’t fucking like it, either.

“Jason,” you continued, pressing both of your pointer fingers to your temples as you attempted to process this information without giving yourself a raging headache. “Are you actually saying that you did all of this—the writing me up, pushing me away, avoiding me—to get me to hate you?” 

You came full circle, the realization of just how deep this went finally hitting you, and as it did, you gasped out, “So that you wouldn’t even have a chance with me, even if you actually wanted one?!”

Jason was completely silent, but the way that he thoroughly evaded your gaze told you everything that you needed to know.

“Fuck, Jason!” You screeched, eyeing his famous grey hat sitting on his desk, the one that he could never seem to let go of and centering it as your focal point, as you were now unable to completely look into his eyes. “Why the fuck would you even do that?! In case you haven’t figured it out by now, I like you—like, a lot—and not to mention, I am somewhat of a badass myself, okay? I can protect my damn self—”

“Fuck, Y/n—it’s more than just that—I’m fuckin’ in love with you, okay?” Jason slammed his hand onto the table in frustration, and you didn’t even have a chance to respond to his statement, because he continued on briskly. “Why do you think I yell at you so much? Or that I shut the fuck up when I’m around you?? Dammit—you’re everythin’ I’ve ever wanted, and I admire you so much that I can’t even function when I’m around you! I’ve been tryin’ so damn hard to keep you out of trouble, but you’re so damn insistent on stayin’ in it!” 

Jason’s rant honestly flew mostly right over your head, because you were still stuck on his very first sentence:

I’m fuckin’ in love with you.

“You…love me?” You looked back up at his face now, and he was staring at you—so earnestly and open and defeated, all at the same time. He sighed then, and something shifted in his face—as if he were finally accepting his defeat, realizing that you were here, and that you weren’t running away scared, but that you were still staying right here, amidst the weirdness and amidst the complications. 

“Yeah,” Jason answered easily, as if it admitting that he loved you was as effortless and cemented as breathing for him. “I love you; and, for the record, I know that you can take care of yourself, alright? Doesn’t mean you should have to—not ‘cause of me.”

“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle, throwing yourself at him with a squeal. Jason caught you easily with an “OOMPH!”, and wrapped his arms tightly around you, lifting you up by the waist with his arms under your butt. “You love me, Jason,” you sing-songed, teasingly, and he chuckled, placing a long, heartfelt kiss on your lips, hesitating to pull away.

“Yeah, I do,” he agreed with a chuckle and you brushed your noses together, pressing another quick kiss to his lips with a large grin.

“And I love you,” you confessed, squealing when Jason responded by covering every inch of your face and neck in goofy kisses. “That’s—this—is all that matters, Jason. Just let me love you, damn it! Come hell or high water, I’m in this. For the long run. So what do you say, Lieutenant? Be mine?”

Jason’s laugh echoed throughout the office but he kissed you, slowly and earnestly, doting on every single piece of you that he could.

“As horribly cheesy as that was and as cheesy as this is,” Jason sighed, moving to sit on the desk with you on top of his lap. “I’m already yours, Y/n.”

You cuddled into his side, fitting your face to his neck as you pressed kiss after kiss there, revelling in the way Jason seemed to melt into each and every kiss you gave him, how he campe apart more and more and slowly became more comfortable with you.

“Good,” you conceded, pulling away for a second and placing both hands on his cheeks, pouting your lips and putting on your most serious facial expression.

 “Because I really need to know what the fuck an alien vampire is.”

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I wrote this fic back in September, but I refuse to post on a03 until I have ch 2 written. This might be my next multi-chapter flowerbyte fic after 'Into You' is completed

“I’ve just got so much on my mind y’know…” the sixteen year old mumbled as he carefully steered the car. From the passenger seat, Captain Jeff Morales let out an understanding hum. He peeped that Miles was a bit tense that morning so he extended a listening ear. He always wanted a chance to bond with his son more and the second Miles turned sixteen back in August, he took him to the DMV to get his permit. Driving lessons commenced as soon as the kid got the piece of plastic. They drove around every Saturday and Sunday at 7 a.m. when the streets of Brooklyn 1610B were quiet and empty and neither Jeff or Miles had to put on their uniform/mask to protect the city.  At this specific time, they could simply be Miles and Jeff: father and son. Not Spiderman and Captain Morales. Neither Jeff or Rio were shocked to discover Miles’ secret identity, in fact, it was a missing piece to the intricate puzzle that was their son. They had many discussions regarding their meta human child and ultimately decided two things: Number one being that they’ll continue to love and support him through his dangerous job and number two was that they’ll do everything in their power to keep him grounded (not that kind of grounded). Rio, being the fiercely protective mother she was, would be damned if Miles’ responsibilities as Spiderman stripped him of every ounce of normalcy in his life, so Jeff thought of this because what’s more conventional than a father teaching his son an important life skill such as driving? 

“I hear that, yeah. So tell me what’s going on?” Jeff urged calmly.

“It’s just like…homework, girls…well one girl.” He looked to Miles and smirked. 

‘A girl huh?’  Jeff thought, but then he felt a sense of dêja vu wash over him when he saw a blush coloring the top of Miles’ ears. He remembered having this same conversation over a year ago; back when Miles was falling behind in school and he couldn’t figure out why, back when the then fifteen year old was battling some inner demons and hiding a whole other part of his life from them. It was crazy how so much could change in a year. 

“Another girl, son? I remember the one from last year.” The police chief joked. Miles’ jaw tightened and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the mention. Upon seeing this, Jeff masked his laughter with coughs. It may come off as insensitive, but he knew straight off the back things weren’t gonna last with the previous girl. Jeff knew all too well that at Miles’ age, romantic feelings for someone are strong but fleeting. Him being Spiderman didn’t except from this rule. Obviously ‘Gwanda’ was still a touchy subject. He wasn’t sure if Miles still kept in touch with the girl- last time he saw her was that catastrophic day after he got sworn in as captain. While Jeff wasn’t a fan of the emo? Alt? whatever; Miles seemed to care a lot about her and he felt bad that his son’s first love broke his heart- even though Miles has yet to tell him how. But that was in the past and the only way to help the boy heal was by bringing him to the present and instilling hope for a better future so Jeff opened the conversation again.

“Anyway, this new girl…what’s her name?” 

Miles hesitated at first, the way someone with conflicting thoughts would hesitate. Truth be told, Miles was feeling conflicted, it was just recently that he decided to acknowledge his not-so platonic feelings for the fellow spider person. 

“Margo.” he said, his ears still a deep shade of red.

It’s almost as if she was a genie because every time he says her name out loud, she makes an appearance. As soon as Miles got home from his driving lesson, he began to pack his bag for the week ahead. He shook the habit of waiting til last minute a while ago. It was only a thirty minute task and he was able to spend the rest of his Sunday’s not worrying about. As he gathered his clean laundry and art supplies, the topic of discussion from his earlier talk with Jeff began to materialize from a collection of pixels. The way her avatar was dressed- in a Minecraft midriff t-shirt and cargo pants-indicated that her physical self was dressed in the same attire. The intricate bubble braids on the other hand was most likely CC, still she looked cute as always. Miles smirked at his blue and purple friend.

“Y’know, one of these days you might end up catching me butt ass naked.” he joked.

“With the amount of times I pop up unannounced, I’m surprised that day hasn’t come already. It’s all good though, I’m very patient .” she gave Miles a smirk of her own as she sat knees-crossed on his chair. Upon seeing the pile of clean clothes on his bed, Margo rolled herself closer.

“Mind if I help?” 

Miles gave her a grateful smile and nodded. He hated folding clothes with a passion. Not only was it tedious, but he was never good at it, unlike Margo who folded his white Oxford shirts with precision and ease. 

“So…did you get it?” Margo asked cryptically. He knew what she meant by ‘it’ but the way she whispered her sentence made it sound like he was to obtain a bag of drugs or something so he decided to mess with her. 

“Hmmm..get what?” was his clueless response as he sloppily folded a pair of slacks. When placing them down, he lifted his gaze towards Margo and almost busted out laughing at her narrowed eyes and pursed blue lips. She snatched up the khakis and refolded them.

“The Gotham Nights Deluxe Edition game. Y’know the one I cashapp'd you forty-five dollars for? Ring a bell?”

“Oh you mean this?” He asked reaching into his nightstand and pulling out the mint condition, unwrapped video game case. The gapped tooth grin that always warmed Miles from the inside-out split across her face. 

“Also, I keep tryna send that forty-five back. You really didn’t need to go half with me, I was gonna buy it anyway.”

Even if he wasn’t gonna purchase the game anyway, he probably still would have gotten it for her to enjoy. One of her many favorite things to do in his dimension was play video games with him and Ganke on their shared PS5. Miles thought it adorable and began to chuckle, earning a playfully suspicious glance from her.

“What’s funny?” 

“It’s just that…you come from this super advanced dimension where you have access to a whole entire virtual world…”

“Mhmm..” she urged him to continue, picking up a polo and folding that as well.

“…but you’re geeked about a mundane video game. And not only that, do you not realize that you’re playing a video game through the lens of another video game?”

“That last part is where you’re wrong, Miles.” she said breezily. He raised his an eyebrow, interested in what she would say to correct his perception. 

“Yeah?”

“The VR in my dimension is a whole nother type beat. By putting on our headset, it’s more like we’re…extending our realities. People earn their living, build their craft, fall in love, etc. via virtual reality.”  Even when she was correcting him and being informative, Margo was mellow and soft-spoken. He found himself never missing a word she uttered because as soon as she began speaking, his attention was like a moth to her flame. No one else (especially by voice alone), could put him in a trance like this. 

“Take me being Spider Woman for example. I wish that I had the option to just turn off my system and turn it back on again if I ever screw up, but I can’t. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can’t really die while in avatar form which is pretty sweet. Still though, the safety of my cyberspace depends on Spiderbyte. You feel me?” 

“No…yeah…I feel you. What I said before sounds really dumb now that I think about.” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a habit of his that Margo clocked when they first started hanging out. Normally she’d tell him to stop being so self deprecating, but she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her.

“Not at all. Even I have trouble wrapping my head around our way of life. It’s definitely not a grounding experience and sometimes I’m scared that…” Margo trailed off. She’d never shared this deep, irrational fear with with anyone, but Miles was intrigued so he used his foot to nudge her into finishing the thought.

“I’m scared that one day we won’t even have the option to go outside and experience real life. Movie theaters and arcades aren’t a thing anymore, game stores will probably be next to go. Our basic needs can be met without even leaving the house and everyone seems ok with that…?” she looked down at her blue, holographic hands.

“I guess I feel like a weirdo for finding an issue with our remote way of living.”

“Nah, I bet there are tons of people in your dimension who feel the same way. Still though, I know how depressing it is to feel so disconnected from everyone so if you ever wanna talk more about it without being judged, I’m always here to listen.” 

The grin returned to Margo’s face and Miles’ gave himself a pat on the back for being the one to put it there. Margo’s voice was timid, but tender as she uttered her next sentence 

“Being able to come and see you is probably the best thing to come from this technology takeover.”  

Her words caused his brain to short circuit. This isn’t anything new though. Margo would often say little things that had him blushing and kicking his feet- internally of course.  They’d gotten close over the past nine months and it all started one random Tuesday evening as Miles attempted to complete an essay. 

There was a sharp rap on his dormitory door, briefly drawing his attention from his laptop. 

“It’s open!” Miles hollered out, not wanting to break focus on the paper due tomorrow afternoon. A few seconds of silence passed and he assumed whoever it was didn’t need anything for real. Then there was another hesitant knock. Miles let out a sigh of frustration before getting up and aggressively opening the door. The breath was immediately knocked out of him for two reasons. Reason number one being that Spiderbyte (who resided in whole other dimension) was one of the last people he expected to pop up out of the blue and speaking of ‘blue’, she wasn’t. She wasn’t glowing or pixilated either, in fact she blended in as a Visions student in this dimension so seamlessly. Dressed in a navy blue sweatshirt with the school’s name across the chest, leggings, and some sneakers — she looked like a classmate visiting another classmate to ask for some Ramen. So instead of pulling her into the privacy of his room as he probably would if she was in her spider suit, he just stared- astounded. 

“Hey.” Margo said casually- too casually if you asked him. She peered behind him into his shared dorm room. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Miles quickly gathered himself and moved to the side, allowing her to enter before closing his door. 

“N-nah…it’s just…you’re actually here right now. In the flesh.”

With his essay almost forgotten, Miles couldn’t take his eyes off of her deep chestnut complexion and neatly plaited hair.  Perplexity flashed across her face before realization took over. 

“Oh no no. I made sure to turn my graphics card up before projecting myself here. I’m still very much…

Margo glitched and a pixelated bubble appeared in thin air in front of him, revealing the teen girl with her VR headset firmly placed on her head, dressed in the same attire as her avatar.

“At home, chilling in my gaming chair and eating Fritos.”

He saw her actual person pop a crunchy corn chip in her mouth before the projection disappeared, allowing her avatar to stand before him once again. A slight smile appeared on Miles’ face, for the similarities between their first meeting and now wasn’t missed upon him. Only difference was that her parent’s weren’t screaming at each other in the background. 

“Oh. It’s just that you look so…” stunning was what the word that instantly came to Miles’ head, but he refused to go down that road. Instead he finished his sentence with “…natural.” An odd save, but a save nonetheless. 

“You’re dimension has Visons Academy too? And you go there?” He asked oh so intelligently. Miles didn’t know why he went with that when there were way more important questions to ask such as why she was here? How was she?  Did they blow anther hole in the multiverse?

“Yes, but it’s nothing like this.” Margo responded, gesturing to his entire room “Once upon time, there were dorms and in-person classes. Now everything is-

“Online.” He finished for her. While Miles would love to attend school virtually, he refrained from voicing his sentiment. Something about the way Margo looked longingly at his and Ganke’s decorations made him feel like she would trade places with him in a heart beat. After a minute, Margo collected herself and focused solely and the boy she came to visit.

“Yeah. But it seems like your style and your roommate’s style don’t clash which is good.”

Now that they got the ‘how’ out of the way, Miles was trying to gather some words together to politely ask ‘why’ she was here- in his dimension- in his dorm. As if she read his mind, Margo chuckled and casted him a look of understanding. 

“I was a little bit hesitant to come, but I really wanted to see how you were.” 

“Are you sure that’s all?” He didn’t mean to sound so wary, but the last time a girl from an alternate universe ‘stopped by to say hey’ she was also on a top secret mission to capture a mephistophelian villain who got more powerful as time progressed. If something similar was happening here, he didn’t wanna waste any precious time. Miles eyed his spider suit hanging from his top drawer, preparing to gear up if need be.

“Aye chill, we not gettin’ active tonight.” she assured placing her hand on his shoulder to refocus his attention on her “It’s just that…it’s been three months since any of us last heard from you. Hobie said to give you your space...so we did. I guess I just came to relay the message that we’re thinking about you and whenever you’re ready, you can put your watch to good use.” 

“All of you still keep in touch.” it wasn’t a question.

“Well it’s not like we host group meetings every week, but I tend check in on Hobie, Pav, or Peni often. Maybe they pop in on each other as well, but that’s about it.”  She also spoke to Gwen before the blonde got super busy a month ago, but she refrained from saying so. 

“That’s very kind of you to do.”

“Look man, you already know how lonely life get's for people like us- especially in an isolating society like mine. And now that we aren’t apart of the task-force any more, we need each other. As allies, supports, friends. My reasons for keeping them close aren’t unselfish.” 

“I still respect you for it and for coming here.” Miles’ leather colored eyes were locked onto her ebony ones, both were unmindful to the fact that they’d inched a bit closer together. The young Spiderman meant what he said, he hadn’t known Margo Kess for long, but taking that kind of initiative aligned with the basis of her character. He didn’t need to know her for long to see that she a was a remarkable individual; who else would defy their psycho boss and extend their loyalty to someone they met for fifteen seconds? It wasn’t Miles’ intentions to neglect his friends/allies though. He and his family needed those three months to recuperate so he locked the watch Hobie had gifted him in a drawer and somewhere over those twelve weeks his friends: Peter, Pav, Hobie, Peni, Ham, even Gwen were stored in the back of his mind. Margo was interesting though, she was the most surreal out of the bunch so she snuck her way into his dreams once in a while. There were times where he would be tempted to draw her and as much as he tried to refrain, he failed. He had a few sketches of the virtual girl, but he told himself repeatedly that as an aspiring artist he had every right to want to draw such an aesthetically pleasing avatar with a bomb ass color scheme. Miles raised his eyebrow curiously when Margo began laughing.

“I was a bit scared coming here, i'm not gonna lie. I felt like I was pushing a boundary by showing up here uninvited... so thank you for that sentiment.”

A thought popped into his head and while he could have internalized it, he wanted to share it with her so she knew how much her being here meant to him . 

“Around this time a year ago, I prayed for one of my cross-dimensional spider friends to show up. Hell, I would’ve even been ecstatic to see Ham.” 

That last part caused them both to chuckle. He thought briefly about how different it would’ve been if Spiderbyte was also displaced to his dimension all those months ago. Would she have come to see him? Probably so, considering that she didn’t need Miguel’s tech to travel dimensions nor did she ever take his theory of canon events with a grain of salt.

“So it actually means a lot..you coming here, helping me out the way you did after the Spider Society…” Miles trailed off and peered out his window, the blatant rejection he experienced at the hands of all those other spider people still stung even after the apology and olive branch was extended. 

“I’d do it again in a heart beat.” The conviction in her tone forced him to look back at her “..for you at least.” 

Her sheer devotion to him had Miles melting like butter on a tender steak straight off the grill. ‘Why am I like this?’ He thought to himself. 

Margo- aware of the serious atmosphere she created- attempted to shift the mood by gesturing to the open document on his laptop. 

“I see I was interrupting something.” She joked “When is this due?” 

Miles blew a raspberry, surprised at himself for allowing the paper to completely slip his mind, even if it was just for a few minutes. 

“Tomorrow afternoon. It’s for AP Psych and I’m short nine pages.”  

Margo sharply inhaled at how stretched thin on time her friend was. Despite being a genius, the girl was no stranger to finishing assignments on a time crunch. Being Spider-woman ensured that would be her new normal. She glanced at the title that was written in bolded sans serif font letters.

“Anxiety and Sleep Paralysis: How Individuals with Anxiety Are Likely to Experience Sleep Disorders” Margo read out loud.  “That’s an interesting topic. I’m sure we can knock this out by midnight.” 

“We?” Miles regarded her with a perplexed look to which she tapped her index finger on her chin as she pretended to think. 

“If only I had the ability to locate and synthesize relevant sources via the internet in less than a minute.” she stated sarcastically before fixing him with a sly grin. 

She did in fact stay with him until 11 p.m., feeding him information that he could stuff his essay with to come up with the required ten pages. He expressed that he wanted to see her again and sure enough, she kept coming back. Now nine months later she still managed to have him wrapped around her virtual finger whenever she said something sweet or flirty and looked at him through those long, feminine eyelashes like she was doing right now. When she says these things, he knows she means them and it’s a clear indication of her not-so platonic feelings for him. It made Miles feel like they could actually fall in love with each other.

And that was a problem. 

Miles wasn’t the same man he was last year or the year before that. His hopeless romantic fourteen year old self would’ve been so receptive to this beautiful girl’s subtle displays of affection, but after everything he went through, he didn’t know if he had it in him to love anyone the same way he loved Gwen Stacy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He knew that hurting him wasn’t Gwen’s intentions and that she was going through a lot personally, but it didn’t soften the sting. His best friend banded together a whole force to save him and apologized within an inch of her life so of course Miles forgave her. He low-key blamed himself as well because in hindsight, he idealized her for a whole year- basically falling in love with a memory of this awesome GhostSpider who understood him. Drawing her every day and getting lost in fantasies was the perfect way to set himself up heartbreak. Miles hadn’t seen her in a year—not because he held any ill will, but because despite all his good memories of her, he couldn’t stop reliving the embarrassing moment that was their last interaction.  It was only thanks to Hobie and Margo— who actually visited her on the regular — did he know that Gwen was safe back at home with her father, taking a hiatus from being Spiderwoman.  Back to the beguiling, blue baddie that was currently flipping through one of his sketchbooks from the eighth grade that he’d granted her access to. Miles was a naïve little boy who lacked self control when Gwen was the object of his affection, but now he knew better. Despite Margo being nothing but loyal to him since he met her, Miles refused to instill all of his trust into the girl. He refused to fall in love with her, giving her the opportunity to break his heart (unintentionally or not). If there was one thing in his life that he could control it was this. Once Miles realized the pure contentment he felt watching her doing something as simple as lounge in his room and look through his art- he knew he had to put an end to it.

“Yo i’m actually heading to the store with my mom in a bit so you should probably…”

Margo’s blue cheeks flushed violet as she shut the book. 

“Oh yeah! Of course. My bad.” 

He felt immense guilt at her innocent response to his frankness. Margo was so precious and he was usually relaxed around her, but lately it’d been getting more difficult  being in her presence without wanting to hold and caress her. She got up from her sitting position and placed his old sketchbook neatly back in the spot she’d retrieved it from. 

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow night?” Margo asked gesturing toward the video game case. 

“6 p.m. sharp, girl. That is if I don’t run into too much trouble during my patrol, of course.” 

Margo gave him a closed-mouthed smile of mild contentment before turning away to leave, but Miles didn’t want to part ways on such a lukewarm note. Worried that his previous abruptness offended her more than she was letting on, Miles called out to the avatar before she could depart.

“Margo, hold up.” he rushed the words out causing her to look back at him with slightly raised eyebrows. 

“Yeah?”

“Your hair looks really good. I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier.”

“Thanks! I actually did it myself…with some help from my mom, but still.” She proudly fiddled with one of the silver cuff decorated strands. 

“Either way it’s fire.” 

Finally, her gapped tooth grin made its appearance at his compliment. Miles considered it a mission completed and pat himself on the back. 

“I’ll see you later.” And with that, she was gone in a blink of an eye. Miles let out a sigh, but it wasn’t one of relief. Quite the opposite actually. You know the feeling pure bliss as the late spring sun shines down on you, providing you with a pleasant warmth and vitality? Then eventually a cloud looms over to block the sun, causing you to feel…deprived and you have no choice but to wait until the cloud passes so you can experience the beaming sunlight again. That’s probably the best way to describe Miles’ discontentment at Margo’s departure. Although to be fair, he did basically shoo her away.

‘I need to get goddamn grip.’ the lovelorn boy scolded himself as he plopped down on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. With his laundry already folded and his plans to go to the store with Rio not til this afternoon, Miles decided to pass some time by sketching a little. He unlocked his nightstand and hidden in plain sight amongst a bunch of miscellaneous objects were the dimensional travel watch Hobie had given him and a sketchbook he’d gotten at Marshals. Miles plucked the sketchbook from the drawer and went to sit at his drafting table. This particular sketchbook was different than his others. It had a silvery, rainbowish holographic cover and when opening the book, one can expect to be met with a portrait of a smiling Margo Kess with her low afro puffs and blue skin. If you turn the page there was another sketch of the avatar…then another…then another and so forth. Miles flipped to the last few pages of the sketch book and picked up his navy blue colored pencil to create the outline of intricate bubble braids. His tendency to put people- specifically girls- on pedestals contributed to his downfall last year and he was too grown to make the same mistakes, but old habits die hard and Miles shamelessly sketched his avatar friend with the rationalization that 

‘As an artist, it’s my right to capture what I find aesthetically pleasing.’

#miles morales #margo kess #miles/margo #flowerbyte #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #cyberflower #jefferson morales

[cutiedwaekki]

mr policeman ♡

— hey mister policeman i don't want no trouble

Changbin x Seungmin

summary : Where a Changbin overwhelmed by work follows the recommendations of his colleague Seungmin. But should he have?

contain : weight gain , weight gain denial , mention of thight clothes , button popping , public humiliation (?) , police AU

A/n : GUYS I'M FINALLY ON HOLIDAY YESS and my arms is a bit better now so here is a long awaited fic that I had in my drafts ♡

Enjoy ♡

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

—I fucking told my mom I'd be there tonight. She's gonna kill me. muttered the brunette as she filled out the paperwork they'd assigned him.

The District 9 police station seemed quiet, but it was full of officer just as passionate about their thirst for justice as they were about their work.

It's very simple: here, Seo Changbin, inspector, had to fill in the case file 143, since Jeongin, who was in charge of the case with him, had broken his arm by chasing the criminal.

The poor man was so stressed, and his poor mother kept sending him messages to make some blind dates for him. In fact, it was another date he'd missed that evening.

—Sunbae, you seem tense, are you okay? Asked then asked his colleague and office neighbor Seungmin.

The two of them had a Tom and Jerry kind of relationship, always bickering, but caring for each other only when things got really bad.

— Oh, it's nothing, but between my mother, the work I have to manage on top of Jeongin's chores and my neighbors who fuck every night, I think it'll be a miracle if I don't throw him in the Han River by the end of the week. The brunette massaged his temple , causing his friend to chuckle, and as if a light bulb had gone on above his head, he suggested something. I've got a good stress reliever I bet that could help. No sooner had he said this than Changbin turned his full attention to him. When I finish a file or feel I need it, I eat a praline, which motivates me to finish quickly and get my fix.

Changbin wasn't convinced, but no sooner had he mentioned it than Seungmin shoved a handful of pralines into his mouth, leaving Changbin to macerate them before swallowing. The sweet taste of the caramel that coated the peanut was a delight, an unimaginable sweetness, it was as if all his problems had vanished.

— See ? It works! exclaimed Seungmin proudly. Yes, I admit it, where did you buy them? Changbin asked curiously.

Seungmin simply smiled wryly, at least he had helped his friend to get better and was no longer preoccupied with his files or the messages his mother had sent telling him that Yeri's appointment was waiting for him.

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

— And another box finished, it's time for what? Praline time. The brunette seemed to have acquired the happy habit of grunting an praline ever since Seungmin had told him about it. He wasn't going to admit it, but from the first day he'd gone to bought some directly, he'd only taken one packet, thinking that given his stress, one would be enough. But when after two days the whole pack was emptied without a single crumb, he went back to the store and took a stock so he'd never run out.

Because yes, one praline was never enough, you needed at least one pignet to get the taste in your mouth, like a lollipop that you suck until there's nothing left.

But is eating so much hard-boiled caramel-coated kosher good for your health when you spend eight hours a day sitting on a chair, doing administrative work to replace your colleague? Definitely not. And although Changbin was a really atheletic, muscular guy, the lack of exercise and time was starting to show. After all, if he had to manage on the runway and go to dates that in 99% took place at the restarant, no wonder he put on weight.

His figure was still just as toned, well, you could still see his broad shoulders, his big arms, but added to that bulging cheeks, a prominent belly to which were added love handles so big they fell to the sides of his uniform and an ass so round and juicy that Seungmin could have sworn he'd seen it wedged into his seat once.

But let's get back to the story. Changbin euphorically swallowing his praline fist

— one praline for this case, another because Changbinie wrote over 200 words, another for-

— Changbin-nim ... about pralines ...

—oh they are sweets fallen from the sky

— yes surely but how to say ... you look quite ... fat

Changbin almost choked on a praline as he glared at hil. How dare he call him fat, he wasn't, uh?

After a few long seconds of trying to sit up, catch his breath after that effort and eat another praline, he pointed at Seungmin. You ... how dare you call him fat, this is a place of work an not a recreation center.

But Seungmin wasn't even offended by these words, he just smirked, concluding with As you wish.

But honestly, Seungmin would be lying if he said this new Changbin didn't trigger something in him. After all, he'd always found him attractive and had already openly asked him out for a drink after work, but it had never gone any further. But now ... ... he found him seductive, sexy and hot as hell.

How could he resist?

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—Yes and so in case to this folder I thought- Hey oh Felix are you listening?

-Shh look, Changbin's trying to get out of his chair but he can't it's so cute

Effectively , in the meantime and from eating other bags of pralines, Changbin had put on even more weight, going from a muscular, athletic body to a simple ball of fat, so fat that he'd been on the official administrative charge ever since chase with a crimminal went wrong.

His belly was so massive that you could see it through his shirt, it was so big that it was always resting on his knees. His chest, which he often flaunted with pec movements, had also rounded out and looked bigger than a C or even a D cup . But the biggest thing was still his ass, still round and juicy, shaking with every step he took, now he couldn't take a step without waddling, letting his whole body shake from the shock of his body weight.

But did Changbin seem to notice? No, not so much as to stop his addiction to pralines or to waddle away, as he'd gone from tons of dates to almost none at all. Anyway, he didn't mind, he loved the peace and quiet now.

—Wow, we've got to get this on film. When Jeongin sees it later, he'll be hallucinating.

—Changbin-ah do you need help? Felix asked politely, amused by the scene.

-N-No .. hff... i-i'm fine and finally after an umpteenth effort to get his ass out of the seat, he'd managed to do it, he was both proud and surprised to see that half the office had their eyes on him, the former jock turned to a pig.

—What, do I have something on my face? But the only response he got was from Seungmin, who discreetly pointing his shirt. Indeed, all his efforts had led to his blouse giving way at the seams and popping a few buttons in the process. Come one Sunbae, I'll help you find a solution Seungmin walked over to him and led him to the shop where he hoped to find a solution.

☆ミU^ェ^U☆ミ

Seungmin offered one of the district's XL jackets, which was often lying around for those who had a clothing problem.

I mean, it's mostly when someone get a a coffee stain, but rippint his shirt to the only strength of his fatty body was a first

—Am I fat? Changbin asked, visibly confused, the only one not yet aware of it.

— honestly... yes, you are huge

But Changbin swallowed his saliva, his ego had just taken a hit and now I understood why Mum wouldn't give me a date anymore. Nobody wants to date a pig

—If you think like that, then yes. Changbin looked up at him, confused. His puzzled look denoted Seungmin's confident face.

So confident that he approached him and placed a kiss on his lips.

—If you're looking for someone who wants to date this pig, call me.

Seunglin so left without saying a word

Changbin was perplexed and impressed by what had happened in the last few minutes.

Wait-

Seungmin was asking him out?

#weight gain #my fic #my fics #kinktober 2023 #skz chubby

[birdlungg]

Hopper x teacher reader at el's school? They both kinda co-parent without realizing it then they meet bc of eleven

THREE PAGES YALL

It got a little away from me

Playing favorites as a teacher is generally frowned upon, but you can’t help it. There’s something about Jane Hopper that brings out the maternal instinct in you. She starts halfway through the year after being adopted by the town chief of police. You’ve never met the man but thought that he had to be a wonderful person just based on the fact that he adopted an older kid. 

She’s always so nervous around the other kids and often hangs back after class so she doesn't get so overwhelmed. A few weeks after her first day you come back to your classroom after school to find her hiding in the corner having a panic attack. You don’t say anything, just sit next to her and start talking about your day. You tell her all about how you accidentally blew a snot bubble in front of the principal that morning in the breakroom and how you felt that you'd have to quit and change your name and were able to get her to smile. 

Hopper picks her up a while later, and you wave them off after making sure she made it to the car. You don’t know it, but that’s the first day she tells him about you. She tells him how nice you were and how you always seem to look after her, and even though he hasn't met you yet he can’t help but feel grateful that she has you at school. 

After that day, you keep an even closer eye on Jane. You know that children can sometimes be cruel and put a stop to any teasing you see. You had a no-bullying policy anyway, but the fact that they would go after someone as nice as Jane made you angry. 

Once she was more comfortable with you, she introduces you to her friends. You think she’s a wonderful fit for the group, and love their dynamic. It fills your heart with so much warmth to see them together. 

You start sending Jane home with little notes about how you think she is doing. You know that he’s busy a lot and sometimes picks her up late, but you want him to know that she’s doing ok. He doesn’t respond at first, but one day Jane happily approaches you before class with a note from him and a twinkle in her eye. It’s a thank you for fixing a missing button she had on one of her jackets, and it makes you smile for the rest of the day. It’s still some time before you get to meet him face to face. 

It’s parent-teacher conferences and you’ve been dreading it for weeks. Of course, you don’t have a choice in the matter and have to grin and bear it. You deal with days worth of disinterested parents and flirting fathers trying to get their rowdy sons out of trouble. The only thing you have to look forward to is finally meeting Chief Hopper. He’s your last appointment of the day and it makes it feel like the day dragged on. 

You’re sitting at your desk writing some notes when he knocks on the open door. You turn to greet him and have to stop yourself from dropping your jaw. He’s much more attractive than you thought, with a large frame and equally sized mustache that he really pulls off. And god, does he make that uniform look good.

You snap out of it and smile brightly at him, standing up to shake his hand. 

“Hi! You must be Chief Hopper. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You tell him, shaking his hand firmly. He stares at you with a slightly slackened jaw and you clear your throat awkwardly. He quickly pulls his hand away and removes his hat. 

“Um, likewise, ma’am.” He responds awkwardly. You motion for him to take a seat and sit down yourself, grabbing Jane’s file to review. 

“This is really just a formality,” you tell him happily. He raises his eyebrows at you and you continue, “Jane is doing really well! Even if she could use a little extra help on her spelling and grammar sometimes, she’s a quick learner. And just between you and me, she’s also my best student.” You send him a wink and he looks so proud of her that it makes you want to swoon. 

“I wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done for her.” He responds. “She didn’t have the best… childhood and is having a little trouble fitting in, but she says you are one of her favorite things about school.” You smile happily, trying not to tear up at the thought of making a positive difference in her life. 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You tell him softly. You talk for a few more minutes about different assignments and upcoming projects before moving to other things going on in your lives. You both sit there and laugh with each other for longer than you should have when the meeting comes to a close. He stands and you follow, walking him to the door, not wanting the meeting to be over. 

“It was nice to finally meet you,” you tell him with a smile. He smooths his mustache down his thumb and pointer finger and smiles back at you. “Likewise.” He says. 

You stand there awkwardly before he suddenly blurts out, ”Would um-” He winces visibly in embarrassment. 

“I don’t know if I’m overstepping or not but would you like to go out for a few drinks?” He asks hesitantly. You’re surprised and hesitate, which he takes as rejection. He nods sadly and places his hat back on his head. 

“I shouldn’t,” you start, and he purses his lips slightly. “But I really want to.” He glances back up at you in shock and you grin at him. “Meet me at Lou’s tonight at 9?” You ask him. He nods quickly before trying to hide a grin. 

“I’ll be there.”

#jim hopper #hopper x reader #chief hopper #jim hopper x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #birds r us

[cheesus-doodles]

You ask for Izana and I shall give it to you!-Winky Wink

Y'know, there’s one common trope in Yandere writing that you haven’t touched yet. Darling escape Izana's gremlin clutches.

Let’s just say that Izana's possessiveness and protectiveness were so severe that he justified his crime of imprisonment to protect his innocent and fragile darling inside his own home or rented a place to imprison her. The neighbor were somewhat aware of what was the darling's situation, but everyone ignore her because they didn’t want to mess with the boss of the infamous Toman. Thus, Izana's crime had been unpunished for a long time. Until one day, the cops barged inside their home, arrested Izana on spot and rescue the darling. It was all thanks to anonymous who post a vid of the darling being abused. Legal stuff happened leading to Izana was sentence 5 years in jail.

Darling recover from her trauma and started to live normally again. Those five years was the happiest time for darling till the demon forced himself into darling's life. Despite the fact Izana was imprisoned, he still had connections in the police force, allowing him to gave out command to his gang inside the jail. Once he about to finished serving his sentence, he order his goons to kidnapped his beloved dearest or something like that. Thus, Darling is forced to relived the nightmare she faced 5 years ago all over again

I wonder if this is good enough?

Sorry for the sudden quietness here folks - been bashing my head against this for the better part of two weeks, and its finally completed! Feels kinda weird to be plugging this here given this is a sfw blog, so this will be the first and only time I will ever put any Minors DNI content here. A little (sfw) taste below for the curious!

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Please do check it out if you are 18+ on my new side blog (and read the trigger warnings and rules on interaction carefully), link is at the bottom! Back to the usual content soon!

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A Waltz In the Dark

Yandere Yazuka Boss Izana

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Twirling a picture between two fingers on one hand, lit cigarette pinched in the other, Izana exhaled, the smoke drifting lazily out through the small crack in the window. The gentle light of the moon did little to illuminate the inside of his cell, let alone the photo he held ever so gently, yet the tanned man could hardly bring himself to care - after all, each and every picture he owned of you had long been burned into the back of his eyelids. He could see them even when he closed his eyes: your doting smile, your bright doe eyes, the loving looks you sneaked when you thought no one was looking. Izana knew them all, and you, by heart. 

The prison was dead silent at this time of the night, though Izana found it hard to pinpoint when this little slice of hell ever bustled like the other parts housing the general population - the solitary isolation ward was made to quash his command over the outside world, and to punish monsters like him. But while tranquility had once been considered a rare treat, a respite from his hectic days running his yakuza empire, the quietness now hung over him like a curse that he couldn’t exorcize. The same silence he was forced to endure alone on that tortuous day you were torn away from his grip, the serenity of the solitary isolation wards only served to force Izana to replay the torment again and again when he tried to rest - a broken, wretched movie on repeat that he had no escape from. 

It had always been you and him against the world. Kind, gentle, innocent you who he worshiped with his whole being, who deserved nothing but the best in return for your love, your affection. Then the onslaught of blue uniforms that broke into the sacred temple he built to protect you from the world, snatching you away from his arms like the unforgiving jaws of a saltwater crocodile. And Izana could only watch as you were forced out into a harsh reality you were never built for, while he was thrown into prison on some superficial charges based on an anonymous tip off, to the delighted howls of pretentious scum.

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Read the whole fic here on my (very new) nsfw side blog (mind the trigger warnings!):

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyorev #kurokawa izana #izana x reader #kakucho #izana x you #kakucho hitto #izana smut #kisaki #tokyo revengers smut #kisaki x reader #kakucho x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x you

[silly-lawson]

A Random Fanfic of my rarepair "Justin x Arthur" that have no title since idk what I should name it

The characters personality is horribly not accurate, I'm really sorry for this

Arthur had always been a man of duty. He had joined the police force and had worked his way up the ranks to become the police chief of his city. He had always been dedicated to his job, and he had always put his duty above everything else. However, there was one thing missing in his life, and that was love.

Justin, on the other hand, had always been a man of ambition. He had started out as a community organizer, working tirelessly to improve the lives of the people in his city. He had then moved into politics, and had recently been appointed as the deputy mayor of the city. He was young, charismatic, and had a bright future ahead of him. However, there was one thing missing in his life, and that was love.

One day, their paths crossed. Justin had been attending a meeting at the police headquarters, and had been introduced to Arthur. From the moment they met, there was a spark between them. They had an instant connection, and they found themselves drawn to each other.

As they worked together on various projects, Justin found himself falling more and more in love with Arthur. He knew that he had to confess his feelings, but he was afraid of how Arthur would react. After all, Arthur was his boss, and he was also a man who took his job very seriously.

But Justin couldn't keep his feelings bottled up inside any longer. One day, he took a deep breath and confessed his love to Arthur. To his surprise, Arthur didn't react negatively. In fact, he confessed that he had been feeling the same way.

And so, they went on their first date. They went to a fancy restaurant, and spent the evening talking and laughing. They discovered that they had so much in common, and that they enjoyed each other's company more than anything else.

As their relationship blossomed, they faced many challenges. They had to keep their relationship a secret from their colleagues, and they had to navigate the complicated power dynamics between them. They had to work hard to earn the respect and trust of their peers, and they had to fight against the prejudices and biases of the society they lived in.

But through it all, they stood by each other's side. They supported each other, encouraged each other, and helped each other through the tough times. And as their love grew stronger, they knew that they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

And so, one day, Arthur surprised Justin by proposing to him on a quiet evening at home. Justin was thrilled and overjoyed to say yes, and they began planning their wedding.

The wedding was a grand affair, attended by their closest friends and family. Arthur looked handsome in his police uniform, and Justin looked dashing in his suit. They exchanged vows under a canopy of flowers, promising to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives.

As they danced together under the stars, they knew that they had found true love in each other. They were grateful for the challenges they had faced, because it had brought them closer together. They knew that their love was strong enough to overcome anything that life could throw at them.

From that day forward, they worked together to make their city a better place for everyone. Arthur brought his experience and dedication to his job as police chief, and Justin brought his passion and vision as deputy mayor. Together, they made a formidable team, and their love only grew stronger with each passing day.

As they looked back on their journey, they knew that they had been blessed to find each other. They had overcome the odds and found true love in a world that had been less than accepting of them. But they knew that their love was stronger than any obstacle, and that they would always stand by each other's side, no matter what.

And so, they lived happily ever after, two men who had found love in a world that had tried to keep them apart.

#criminal case game #criminal case mysteries of the past #criminal case #fanfic #Arthur Wright #justin lawson

[stranger-marauders]

repaired

two: summer lovin'

chapter summary: Kate waits for someone to come home, more specifically through her window.

chapter warnings: language, making out

word count: 2.6k

series masterlist | masterlist

THAT NIGHT WHENEVER Kate had gone home, she kept frantically checking her watch.

Ten o'clock.

She always found herself to be such a hypocrite at times like this one.

Even though Kate criticized Mike and El for being inseparable and for making out all the time, she and Steve definitely weren't any better. In fact, they were probably worse than the two kids. They both, whenever possible, tried to make themselves available after Steve got off from work at nine-thirty every night (or at least, that was when he was supposed to get off). 

Kate, since the beginning of the summer, had helped the situation slightly. The bookstore she used to work at had to close once the mall opened, just like most of the other storefronts in downtown Hawkins. Because of that, her father had let her work at the police station whenever Flo needed filling in for, just like she had that day (during the summer, of course, Flo had been out much more than she usually was during the year because she would go out of town to visit her children and grandchildren in the city, so Kate was more than happy to fill in for her whenever she wasn't there). Even though Kate had much more time on her hands now, Steve still always had work.

Steve's place of work had been something of a sensitive topic for him. He originally was going to go back to being a lifeguard for the third summer in a row, but whenever he walked in on his first day and saw Billy Hargrove, he quit within five minutes of being there. Because his dad was forcing him to get a job (while his father hadn't "forced" him, he did completely cut him off from any financial funds, so whenever they weren't home, he was absolutely screwed on money, which was most of the time, and he refused to have anyone else pay for him), he'd had to look for work anywhere and everywhere. The mall had been around for a couple of weeks at that point, but most of the stores had already been fully hired with teenagers who needed summer jobs, all except for one.

Scoops Ahoy, apparently, was a national chain of ice cream stores. While Kate had never heard of it, Steve seemed sold on the fact that if it was the only place he could get a job where he wasn't stuck with Billy Hargrove all day long, he figured it would have to do. He'd sailed through the interview just fine, earning him a job. He quickly found out, however, that the reason he'd gotten the job so quickly was that only two people had applied. He and Robin worked practically every single shift at the ice cream parlor, and no one had applied, especially since Steve and Robin had gotten their uniforms. 

That was what killed him. It was the sailor outfit and the little hat to match. It wasn't like he got a decent-looking t-shirt, maybe a weird vest he got to put over a polo. He got an entire uniform that was undeniably degrading for him. With that being said, it didn't help that it literally was only him and Robin that worked there. Even if he didn't need the full-time hours, he still would've been scheduled for them. The only thing he could be grateful for was the fact that he was making any money at all. He needed it just to function at this point.

That being said, around ten o'clock after Steve's shift, they'd either be at his place or hers, enjoying their time together. Alone.

At two after ten, Kate heard a light tap at her window. Before the three taps could even finish, she ran over to her window, quickly opening it to find Steve waiting for her.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hey, sailor man."

She snickered at her own comment as Steve pursed his lips together.

While Kate loved his hat, Steve hated it with a passion. The hat itself, with, according to company policy, was a required uniform accessory. Of course, immediately after his shift finished and he had stopped getting paid to wear it, the hat was thrown into his car to be forgotten about until the next day. The rest of his uniform, however, stayed until he had arrived at Kate's home or his own.

"You're late."

"By two minutes," Steve countered, climbing through the window. "Does it really matter?"

"No," she said, pulling him closer to her and pressing her lips to his.

Steve had one hand on her waist, the other on her chin to tilt it in his direction. Whenever he moaned, a soft, low noise that made her stomach twist into knots when the kiss lingered, she stifled a laugh through the kiss, bringing her hands to his face to pull him down closer to her.

When Steve pulled back, chest heaving, he quickly pulled his uniform shirt over his head, showing the mound of hair that had grown on his chest since they'd started dating. "I hate that stupid uniform."

"Oh yeah?" Kate asked whenever he kissed her jawline, throwing his shirt to the floor.

He closed the space between them again, their lips melting together as he moaned. He grasped at her hip, the material of her shorts bunched under his hand, making the linen hitch higher up her thighs.

She pushed him toward the bed, just so she could sit on top of him. She sat a little higher than him, thighs shifting apart to cage him underneath her. One of his hands was on her jaw, thumb rubbing against her jaw as he kissed her deeply, the other clasped at the back of her thigh, skin on skin. She could feel him hard underneath him and it made her head feel fuzzy, her body pleading with her to drag herself along the length of him, hips rolling, chest heaving.

Whenever things began to truly get heated between the two of them, however, her father knocked at the door. "Hey, Katie?"

Kate quickly broke away from Steve, and they stared at each other frantically. "Can I come in?"

"Oh, uh, hold on, I'm changing. I'll be out in a minute," Kate said, motioning for Steve to either put a shirt on or climb out of the window. She threw a cardigan over her shoulders, and whenever Steve had moved out of the sightline from the door, she slipped out of her room, walking out to find her father, who looked as if he'd had a stroke.

"Is Steve here?" he asked, looking to the door, which she had promptly shut behind her.

"Oh, uh, no," she replied quickly. "He, uh… He might be coming soon, though."

Steve and Kate had become professionals at hiding him inside of the cabin. Hiding Kate had never been a problem at his house, considering his parents were never home, but Steve, especially because of his days of sneaking into other girls' houses (at one point, he'd even become good at sneaking into the trailer when she had moved to Hawkins), had never failed to hide away from Hopper whenever he wasn't supposed to be at the cabin. Steve would either hide until Hopper and Kate had finished their conversation, or he would go out the window and walk around the house and meet them at the front door.

Hopper, however, wasn't that stupid.

It was times like this that he recalled the night she'd gotten so hurt. He remembered it so clearly it was like it was yesterday. That night, Hopper had been glad he hadn't made any promises to his daughter about keeping her out of the hospital.

The doctors had cleared Steve to leave after about an hour or two, but, of course, they had wanted to keep Kate for at least a day to make sure everything was working properly. With the wounds she'd had, it was almost impressive that she hadn't bled out and died before they got there. She'd been promised by the hospital staff that they'd try their best to get her out by Tuesday morning, but for now, she had to stay.

Until then, she had Steve and Hopper to keep her company.

Steve had been told he wasn't allowed to sleep for another twenty-four hours. Because of it, he'd already decided that whenever the sun came up, he'd have to drink something with caffeine in it, even though doctors had recommended avoiding it. He knew he wouldn't be able to last that long without it, and he knew that was better than going to sleep.

"You okay, kid?" Hopper had asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"As okay as I can be, I guess," he'd replied, looking to Kate again. She had already fallen asleep; they'd found her own concussion to be much less severe than his own, meaning she could go to sleep for two hours at a time before being woken up again. He hadn't been upset about it, but glad—she'd been awake since she'd left his house Saturday morning.

"You didn't want to call your parents?"

"No," he replied quickly. The more he'd thought about it, he'd been glad he was eighteen—the hospital wasn't required to call his parents. "I'd rather keep them out of it. Makes it a lot less confusing."

Hopper had nodded, looking at his daughter in the hospital bed. Since she'd been cleaned up, Kate had looked much more peaceful than she had been before. As she'd slept, the marks of stress had disappeared from her face, her worried stature melting away. Neither Steve nor Hopper could remember a time she'd seemed so at peace, but it still hadn't comforted either of them.

"You know, I don't think she realized how hurt she was," Steve had said after a minute of silence. "I mean, she was trying so hard to convince everyone she was okay."

"Yeah, that's because she's stubborn."

Both of them had laughed, looking back at her again.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's for sure."

Hopper had sighed. "I wish she would've just stayed with you yesterday."

Steve had turned to him sharply. "What?"

"I'm not stupid, kid. I know she went to your place after our fight."

He'd scratched the back of his neck. "Oh, yeah… I'm sorry she stayed so long, tha–that's kinda my fault. I mean, I convinced her to stay an extra night, and that morning whenever I woke up, she was gone. She left a note for me saying she was gonna try to make things better with you."

Hopper had nodded in response. "I'm glad you were there for her, kid. I shouldn't have been so rough on her."

Steve had stifled a laugh. "You know, I think in a weird way, I… I think it was a good thing. She would've done it for me. She has done it for me."

When Hopper hadn't replied to him, they both only watched Kate in silence, hoping that somehow, all of this would go away tomorrow.

Whenever he thought of it now, Hopper only thought about how far his daughter had come, even if she still had her downfalls. That's why the "ask no questions, hear no lies" policy they'd adopted a while back extended to her and Steve, too—he knew it was better not to know what they did.

"Ah." Hopper knew there was a very high chance that Steve had already been in his house that night, but he wasn't going to ask about it.

He had found Steve countless times in her room well after a boy should've been in his home, especially in his daughter's room, her bed, but he had never had the will to bring it up to either of them. He knew it seemed insane, especially because of how strict he was toward El and Mike, but when he thought about it, it immediately brought him back to the first few weeks after that night—the night he'd almost lost Kate for real. She'd wake up in the middle of the night, out of breath, screaming and crying because of those things tearing at her flesh. But one day, those nightmares had stopped coming, or, at least, they didn't happen near as often. He imagined that was when the boy had started sneaking in through her window. Hopper hadn't ever had the heart to say anything to them because Steve had helped her get through them, held her, told her everything was going to be okay, and he wouldn't let her go until Kate had fallen asleep again, hopefully not to be haunted by them anymore.

He'd never said anything about it because Steve had kept his daughter safe, just like he'd made him promise that night.

"So, what's up?"

"It's El. And Mike."

Kate sighed. "Dad, I know it's annoying, but—"

"It's constant!" Hopper said, cutting Kate off. "Can you try talking to her or something? I mean, you and Steve don't act that way."

"If it comes from me, it isn't as effective," Kate reasoned. "You know that. We've tried that." Before Hopper could reply, a knock sounded from the front door. She quickly walked over to the door, opening it to find Steve again. "Hey, sailor man."

He sighed, motioning down to himself. He'd put on a different shirt and had changed into a pair of shorts he'd left at Kate's house before. "Can't make the joke when I'm not in the uniform."

"Maybe Steve can talk to them? Both of you?"

"Wait, what's going on?" Steve asked.

Kate sighed. "You really don't want to be pulled into this. It's just… El and Mike are really… affectionate."

"Constantly," Hopper added.

"Oh," was all Steve could say. El and Mike? They were fourteen! Granted, he was doing the same exact thing at their age, probably even worse, but he conveniently didn't remember it that way. "I mean, I don't know."

Kaet shook her head. "I've talked to Mike and El about it before and nothing's changed. It has to be from you, Dad."

"Yeah, that should work," Steve said, nodding. "I mean, what are they doing? Just kissing?"

"All the time," Hopper said, putting his hands to his head. "I mean, you two don't do that, right?"

They both looked at each other shaking their heads. "No, uh, we just… eat a lot of ice cream."

Hopper nodded, sighing. "Figures."

"Ask Joyce about it tomorrow, okay? She'll know a lot better than either of us," Kate said. "Besides, it gives you an excuse to see her."

When his face grew angrier, she stifled a laugh, taking Steve's hand and walking toward her bedroom door. Before her father could argue, she said, "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten. Three inches."

Hopper gave a small smile and waved. "Night."

As she kept a small crack in the door, Hopper wasn't so worried about them as he heard the two talk, laugh. With them, he never felt like implementing the "three-inch" rule, even if they followed it strictly for Mike and El's sake (at least, when they knew he was there), because he trusted them more. That, and he definitely liked Steve a lot more than he liked Mike. At least he didn't antagonize him.

Even though he knew he probably shouldn't have, he trusted them, and, more importantly, trusted Steve with his daughter.

next chapter

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[causethisismyblog]

Episode 6. Finally!

Thoughts, comments, questions... here we go!

"August, we expect you not to cause problems" ..... August: Causes more problems to cover up his past problems...

I just realized that for August to talk to Alex about him taking the blame for the video, August would have had to explain what happened and what he did in that situation. I want to know what Alex is reaction was to hearing that from August, if he asked him why he did it, if he expected something like that from August. I see Alex as someone with decent morals, and someone who wouldn't go along with letting someone who broke the law get away with it. I know some of it's messed up because of all the stuff that went on with the drugs and Wille in the first season but, I really don't think he would have gone along with August.

As much as I hate Marcus for being controlling and manipulative, he is obviously hurt during their final talk, I don't think he ever understood how wrong he was in those situations.....

I find it interesting how August is talking about Alex taking the blame for the video being the action that would cause the least destruction.... that Alex is okay with this plan? However that was Wille's thinking in the drug situation that got Alex expelled. It makes sense that Alex feels betrayed because he wasn't in on that decision in the first place but, I honestly think that Alex would understand if Wille talked to him and explained why he made that decision.

On another note, I've seen a lot of posts discussing why Alex agreed to August plan. I think part of the agreement relied on the fact that August (and Alex) believed that if Wille and Simon knew that Alex would take the blame and especially that August would have no repercussions for his actions yet again, then they wouldn't see a point in going to the police. After what happened in the first season, I don't think Wille would want to put the blame on Alex for something he didn't do a second time.

The pill bottle August holds up apparently has Simon and Sara's dad's name on it. Sara obviously saw this when she was in August's room with him... I wonder if she thought that Micke was out selling his own prescription drugs to get another means for a high. I mean it definitely should have triggered her somehow, to be like "what the fuck August" but, I could definitely see her automatically placing the blame on their dad over believing that Simon had something to do with it, even after Simon "betrayed" Sara by seeing Micke in the first season.

From the look on Alex's face I really don't think he realized what he agreed to with August.

When Sara says, I *was* in love with him. You can see the hurt and confusion in August's face.

I very much enjoy August's fear when Wille picks up the gun, and the hurt he seems to feel when Sara walks away from, but he so quickly goes back to being happy and "I'm gonna be Prince"

I enjoy the fact that August looks so much like an after thought in the lineup they create for the photos. It would be better if he wasn't in the line up though...

The cinematography in the scene where Felice and Sara are fighting in their room does such a good job of making Sara look child-like and naive, like she has just been scolded by her mother and doesn't understand what she did wrong.

How long did Simon spend facetiming with Ayub the night before the ceremony?

As much as Felice was mad at Sara, it looks like she was ready to make nice at least the morning of the ceremony when she saw her uniform hanning on the door.

Rousseau deserves better.... That is all.

Wille's sigh of relief when Simon says he wants to be with him. I felt that in my bones.

Fucking Jan-Olaf ruining such a sweet moment between the boys. 🤬

I do appreciate Kristina's sly smirk at Jan-Olaf when Wille gets up to speak right after he told August he would be doing it.

I do find it interesting that Jan-Olaf and Kristina don't try to stop the press and videoing of Wille's speech when he went off script, only when he confessed to being in the sex video. It seems like they should have a issue with someone bashing tradition, especially the Crown Prince.

I kinda want to know what the rest of the Wille's speach was suppose to be.

Saw lots of post talking about how proud Boris looks when Wille is giving the speech and goes off script. I don't really see that... I see Boris chewing his nails in anxiety thinking "shit... didn't mean for this to happen... they're definitely gonna blame me... well I guess I'm losing my job..."

What is up with Wille's dad.... He seems very out of the loop. Like he doesn't understand what is going on with Wille at all. Does he even know about Simon before the speech? Does Wille talk to him ever? There is literally no on screen relationship between the two in either season.... You would think that they would be really close considering that Erik and the Queen would've spent more time together being the Queen and the Crown Prince, leaving them to fend for themselves.... Idk

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[canonicallyobserving911]

Background on Buck’s breakdown #3 of ?: Almost losing the people he loves

Buck rescues victims while he’s at work because he’s a firefighter and that’s part of his job.  However, if someone Buck loves is in danger, he doesn’t just rescue them, he saves them (related post: Rescuing people vs Saving someone he loves).  Buck saved Maddie, Christopher and Eddie after all three of them almost died at the hands of someone else (Maddie’s estranged husband tried to kill her in 2x13 “Fight or Flight” and a former LAPD sniper shot Eddie in 4x13 “Suspicion”) or from a natural disaster (Buck and Christopher were caught in a Tsunami in 3x2 “Sink or Swim”) but an important fact to remember is he wasn’t on duty as a firefighter when he saved them.  Buck was off work when Doug took Maddie in 2x13; he was on medical leave (he actually quit his job) when he and Christopher were caught in the Tsunami in 3x1-3x3; and he arrived at work just before he left with Eddie to save Charlie from his mother but he hadn’t clocked in yet and he didn’t have a chance to put on his uniform in 4x13.  Buck risked his own life to save his family, his sister Maddie, his son Christopher and his husband Eddie.

GIFs #1-5 2x13 “Fight or Flight” Buck found Chimney bleeding out on the pavement in front of Maddie’s apartment building.  He called 9-1-1, told them who he was and the police detective who was assigned to the case arrived around the same time as Bobby and Athena.  Bobby tried to calm Buck down because Buck tried to tell the detective that it was Maddie’s husband who took her but he wouldn’t listen.  He took Chimney’s phone and accessed it with Chimney’s thumbprint while he was unconscious in the hospital and Athena told the detective Buck was the one who took the phone.  After she talked with the detective about Buck breaking the chain of command, she agreed to help him search for Maddie.  They spent hours driving all over California looking for her and when they finally located the cabins where Doug had taken her, Buck ran to hug and care for Maddie after she stumbled out of the woods following a brutal and fatal showdown with Doug. He rode in the ambulance with her and tried to keep her awake.

GIFs #6-10 3x1 “Kids Today” 3x2 “Sink or Swim” and 3x3 “The Searchers” Buck and Christopher went to the pier and got caught in a Tsunami.  They were separated after the wave crashed into the pier but once Buck emerged from being underneath the water, he called for Christopher and Christopher answered him.  Buck swam towards him but since he couldn’t reach Christopher’s hand, the wave pushed him past the pole Christopher was holding on to. Christopher yelled that he couldn’t hold on any longer but Buck jumped back into the water, swam towards Christopher and saved him.  They spent hours sitting on top of the 136′s ladder truck with other people Buck rescued waiting for help to arrive.  The wave started going back towards the ocean and the truck shifted which caused Christopher to fall off the truck and into the water.  They got separated but Buck spent the rest of the day and well into the nighttime searching for him.  He didn’t find him, so he called Maddie asking her for help regarding what he should do.  He saw Eddie because he was working at the VA hospital and when Eddie saw Buck, he asked him what happened, then asked where’s Christopher and then asked why he had Christopher’s glasses.  Buck told Eddie what happened and while he was explaining everything, a woman who had been carrying and caring for Christopher all day appeared with Christopher in her arms.  Eddie called out to Christopher and he responded, “Dad!” which caused Eddie to run to him.  Buck turned around so that he could see what Eddie was looking at.  He was thankful that Christopher was found but Buck was also in a state of shock. Chimney and Hen saw him and asked him what happened but he didn’t answer them until Bobby asked him if he and Eddie were ok.  He replied, “Yeah, we’re great” and collapsed in the arms of his captain and teammates from the 118.

GIFs #11-16 4x13 “Suspicion” and 4x14 “Survivors” Eddie was shot by a sniper while he and Buck were standing in the middle of the street after they saved a boy named Charlie from his mother.  Buck was in a catatonic state of shock after Eddie’s blood splattered on his face and clothes which caused Captain Mehta of the 133 to tackle him to the ground to remove him from the sniper’s line of fire.  After Buck watched Eddie close his eyes, he shook himself out of shock long enough to crawl underneath the ladder truck, drag Eddie’s limp body underneath that same truck to safety, lift him up and yell at the 133 to “Get him up!”, then they placed Eddie inside of the truck.  After the firetruck was out of the line of fire and enroute to the hospital, Buck ripped Eddie’s shirt open, applied pressure to his wound and talked to him to keep him alert until they made it to the hospital.  Eddie went unconscious for the last time while they were just three minutes away but Buck’s actions saved Eddie’s life.  Buck returned to a catatonic state of shock after Eddie went into surgery and when he left the hospital, his complexion was pale and he could barely form coherent sentences.  He only had one thing on his mind at that point and that was for him to talk to Christopher.  Buck and Christopher cried together and consoled each other after Buck received a text message from Bobby stating that Eddie made it out of surgery.

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[littlesmartart]

merry christmas to everyone who celebrates!

as gutted as I am to be effectively letting this AU go, I just know I'm never going to get around to finishing the fic, and people asked for the stuff that I had, so here you go - everything I've written for it can be found here, and then the notes for the rest of the plot after that are below the cut. I hope you guys enjoy this silly christmassy mess :)

Louis panics about whether to get Lestat a present, general anxiety but: he restructured his entire life for her, he gave up his dreams of being a writer and took a boring accounting job, he split up with the love of his life for her to protect her from their issues, HE CAN PUT UP WITH LESTAT BEING AN ASSHOLE FOR A COUPLE DAYS

Day One: Lestat rocks up in a sports car with snow tires, baggage only just fits, they tag team entertaining Claudia on the drive, listen to Disney songs, take turns driving, when Claudia falls asleep Lestat switches it to his own music and it's really good??? Very inconvenient (reference Lestat's music career history), get to hotel and there's two double beds, Lestat shares with Claudia, Louis turns round and sees TATTOOS and SOFT DAD INTERACTIONS and immediately runs off to take a (cold) shower before bed

Day Two: travel goes smoothly, Louis didn't sleep well and can't stop thinking about how hot Lestat is so is Grumpy Pants, he and Lestat have some close calls on arguments, very tense, then it starts snowing, they keep driving but break down, will be over an hour before the breakdown folks get there, only one blanket and Claudia is getting worryingly cold, they're starting to get concerned when a TRUSTWORTHY UNIFORM AUTHORITY MAN (police? Ranger?) turns up on a bike and offers to take Claudia to the diner in the nearest town to warm up, they reluctantly let her go (swap numbers, look at his badge, take down his bike reg, etc) then SHARE THE BLANKET… Lestat blames himself, emotional and horny moment, wind up making out obviously, then breakdown people turn up and interrupt them, they collect Claudia and book in at a motel with one double bed (Claudia sleeps between them… for warmth of course)

Day Three: Louis sleeps in and wakes up to Lestat and Claudia being adorable dancing and making breakfast in the kitchenette (reference when Claudia was a baby), Louis is high key having Feels by this point, they make it to the cabin and Gabs is already set up, the Tension cools off a bit

they mostly get along with a bit of bickering but generally... it's really NICE. Worryingly nice. Louis is really enjoying himself actually, if he could just get over how FRUSTRATINGLY ATTRACTIVE Lestat is insisting on being. And also... surprisingly... grown up? Like, still fun and goofy like always, but he's also being responsible and doing his fair share of actual parenting? And Louis is. Feeling some kinda way about this.

Christmas Eve: they do Christmassy shit and it's cute and fun, and Lestat absolutely gets out a guitar and does carols and sings with Claudia and Louis is just internally combusting. He says goodnight to Claudia and helps tuck her in, then goes out onto a balcony to clear his head. Gabs follows him out and sits with him and is like "So." And Louis just frantically word vomits at her about how Lestat has grown UP and got so good at this, and isn't being awful any more, and he shouldn't be feeling like this and he can't do anything because it's not fair on Claudia, what if it doesn't work out, she'll just get hurt again, oh god, this is a mess.

And Gabs is like "have you considered having any communication about this whatsoever with Lestat" and he is like NO OF COURSE NOT!!!!! And Gabs just sighs and is like "have you considered the fact that a lack of communication is partly what destroyed your relationship before" and Louis is like. Fucking. Dammit. You're right. And Gabs exits stage left with another deep sigh because oh my god, these morons.

Then naturally Lestat comes out with hot chocolate and they sit together quietly and drink. And Louis says, very softly, that he's had a really good time. And Lestat is like, were you expecting to not have a good time? And Louis gives him a flat look and points out that last time they were together for more than an hour at a time they wound up having a screaming row. And Lestat says, well, we've changed. And Louis reaches over and squeezes his hand and says, I know.

AND THEN THEY KISS

AS THE SNOW FALLS

(Louis demands they go to couples therapy)

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